"I saw that woman too. She had black hair and red eyes, just like you described," I said, lying back on the bed. John was there too, recounting what had happened while I was unconscious. I could feel his presence beside me.
Every word he spoke surprised me, making me question the reality we were trapped in. I could hardly believe most of it, yet it felt undeniably true. I listened intently to his soothing voice.
"You saw her and didn't tell me?" he asked, a mix of disbelief and concern in his tone.
"I thought she was a dream at first. I'm sorry! I didn't think you'd believe me or want to help. I was scared," I admitted, my heart racing.
"I can't blame you. You're right. The truth is, I didn't want to believe you," he confessed with a soft chuckle, a warmth in his eyes that made my heart flutter. "I tried so hard not to, but when I saw things I can't even imagine, I was forced to believe."
"Do you still hate .. me ?" I asked.
