CHAPTER SIX : Chasing the Ghost With Crimson Eyes
Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The woman from the café.
Her eyes were wrong—too ancient, too knowing.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYWjE72GZxe
Her voice carried weight, like it had echoed across lifetimes.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3EAF6u4gp
And her presence? It left fingerprints on his soul.
He’d tried to shake it off.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSDSGtGatEx
Tried to drown her in work, routine, noise.
But every time he closed his eyes, she was there.
Not just her face—her essence.
The soft rustle of wings.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OsN5cVodt
The scent of fire and night.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡinCnAAYUlJ
The way his chest clenched like a warning and a wish at the same time.
So he searched.
Back at the café. Then the street. Then the alley behind it.
Everywhere he’d seen her.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTw53ZHIxu1
Nowhere she remained.
People thought he was losing it.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjV3VRpiWX
Maybe he was.
But obsession has its own language, its own logic.
And Daniel?25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XLJ7CbyVx
He was fluent now.
Meanwhile, high above the city, Lilith watched.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHH5HLdzISx
Invisible. Untouchable. Aching.
She told herself it was kindness.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyEVVf292z5
That distance was mercy.
But watching him look for her…
Watching him need her like a man slowly starving…
It shattered every wall she’d built since the fall.
Because what’s the point of survival…25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡViIRIyl1c3
If the soul you once lived for forgets how to feel you?
So she broke her rule again.
Rain poured as Daniel stepped out of the bookstore.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfKYjb1tko
Defeated. Drenched.
Then he saw her.
Across the street, under a flickering lamppost.
Soaked. Bare. Beautiful.
Their eyes locked.
And without a word, she walked toward him.
Slow. Bold. Reckless.
He didn’t speak.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEhMbwzoVhV
He didn’t dare.
Until she was inches away—close enough to drown in her breath.
“Why me?” he asked, trembling.
Her answer?
“Because every version of you still owns me.”
And then…
She kissed him.
In the middle of the storm.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6cqE6EeVCC
In front of the world.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRaRqgRoUqf
In defiance of fate.
And in that moment—he knew:
He was already falling.
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