Sarang's precognitive dreams were a part of her life for as long as she could remember. When she was younger, she dreamt of the questions that would come up in her exams. She would wake up in the morning and write down everything she remembered from the dream, and sure enough, the questions would be there on the paper. Her classmates would be amazed, but Sarang shrugged it off as a lucky coincidence.
But it wasn't just exams. Sarang's dreams were more than just random musings of her mind. They were warnings, telling her of things to come. Once, she dreamt that her best friend would betray her, and sure enough, it happened. She felt a sense of sadness and loss, but at the same time, she knew that the dream had warned her.
As she got older, the dreams became more intense. She dreamt of accidents, of people dying, and of natural disasters. At first, she thought it was just her overactive imagination, but the dreams were too vivid to ignore. She didn't know what to do with this gift, or curse, as she sometimes thought of it. She tried to push the dreams away, to ignore them, but they always came back, and they always came true.
she never paid much attention to them. She thought it was just her imagination running wild. But on her 15th birthday, she had a dream that changed everything. In her dream, she saw someone being murdered, and the cause of death was drowning. She couldn't see the victim's face, but the dream was so vivid that it left her feeling uneasy.
A few days later, she heard about Michael's death. He was a popular boy in school who had drowned in a lake. Sarang's heart sank when she heard the news. She had a sinking feeling that the person in her dream was Michael. But she couldn't be sure. She didn't know what to do, so she kept her fears to herself.
Years went by, and Sarang moved on with her life. She went to college, got a job, and made new friends. But the memory of her dream haunted her. She couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to Michael's death than what she knew.
Ten years later, she attended her high school reunion. It was a chance for her to catch up with her old friends, and she was excited to see everyone again. As they were talking, the topic of Michael's death came up. Sarang listened to the conversation, but something didn't feel right. She had to know the truth.
"Guys, I had a dream about Michael's death," she said, interrupting their conversation. "I saw someone drowning, and I think it was him."
Her friends looked at her in surprise. "But Michael didn't die from drowning," one of them said. "He was strangled to death."
Sarang's hand shook, and the spoon she was holding fell to the ground with a clatter. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her dream was wrong, and Michael's death was far more gruesome than she had ever imagined.
She couldn't get the image of her dream out of her head. She wondered if there was something she could have done to prevent Michael's death. She wished she had taken her dream seriously and warned Michael about the danger he was in. But it was too late now. Michael was gone, and Sarang was left with a feeling of guilt and regret.
The reunion ended, and Sarang went home feeling lost and confused. She didn't know what to do with the knowledge she had gained. She didn't know if she could trust her dreams anymore. All she knew was that she had to find a way to make things right. But how? She didn't know where to begin.
The chapter ended with Sarang sitting alone in her room, staring at the wall, lost in thought. The memory of her dream, and Michael's death, wouldn't let her rest. She knew she had to do something, but she didn't know what.
To be continued-