He Loved Me Before My Death Was Written

He Said I've Died Before Part 1

Chapter 1: He Said I've Died Before

They said my death was already written in the stars.

I never believed them.

Stars were beautiful, distant things. They couldn't decide who lived or died. They couldn't control my future.

At least, that's what I thought.

The night everything changed started like any other.

School had ended late. The streets were nearly empty as I walked home beneath a sky crowded with stars. A cold wind tugged at my jacket, carrying the scent of rain.

I glanced up.

For a moment, one star seemed brighter than the others.

Then it vanished.

A strange feeling settled in my chest.

Not fear.

Recognition.

As if something I had forgotten was trying to remember me.

I shook it off and kept walking.

That was when I saw him.

A boy stood beneath the broken streetlight at the end of the road.

Completely still.

Waiting.

The light above him flickered weakly before dying altogether.

Darkness swallowed the street.

Yet somehow I could still see him.

His eyes.

Silver.

Not gray.

Not blue.

Silver.

My pulse quickened.

I had never seen him before.

So why did he feel familiar?

The boy stepped forward.

"You took longer than usual."

I frowned.

"Excuse me?"

His expression tightened.

Like he had expected a different answer.

Like he had heard this conversation before.

Many times.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

For a second, something flashed across his face.

Sadness.

Then he looked away.

"No," he said quietly. "Not in this timeline."

I laughed nervously.

"Okay, that's weird."

I started walking again.

He grabbed my wrist.

The instant his skin touched mine, a violent image exploded inside my head.

Blood.

Broken glass.

A scream.

My scream.

I ripped my hand away and stumbled backward.

"What was that?"

The boy looked horrified.