"Angel, I know where you are. You might want to run away from me, but I promise you, I'll come fetch you."
Her eyes moved over the words on the screen, and the meaning behind them seemed to bloom in her mind with an intensity that felt almost unbearable.
It was as if every letter of that message carried a weight, pressing down on her chest until she struggled to breathe.
Her heart responded with a fierce, almost deafening rhythm, the rapid pounding echoing in her ears like the footsteps of someone relentlessly pursuing her. The air around her felt thinner, colder, and every shallow, uneven breath she took seemed to amplify the feeling of dread that coiled within her like a living, writhing entity.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the phone, her mind racing in a chaotic blur of thoughts.
Should she delete the message?
Would that erase the threat that now hung over her like a storm cloud, dark and unrelenting?
