What Sleeps – Extrait 39
watching. Dark. Sharp. A faint, silver gleam that twisted, bled against the pale light. Kalina’s breath was too fast, too thin, her chest a tight, heavy knot. But she didn’t turn away. Didn’t run. Just stood there, her fingers white, stiff, her pulse a slow, heavy drumbeat that filled her ears. “Andrei…” Her voice was a faint, trembling breath. “Please… please tell me who you are.” The shadow didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched. But his face was clearer now. Pale. Sharp. A faint, dark line twisted down his cheek—a scar that traced the edge of his jaw, a mark that seemed to shiver, bleed against the pale light. “I need to know.” Her voice was a faint, desperate whisper. “I need to understand. I need to see.” The shadow leaned forward, just slightly, the pale light catching the faint, sharp curve of his eyes. “Do you?” “Yes.” Her voice was too fast, too thin. “Yes, I need to know. I need to… I need to see you.” “Why?” His voice was calm, a faint, cold breath. “Will it change anything?” “I don’t know.” Her fingers tightened, her breath sharp, tearing at her chest. “But I need to see. I need to understand.” “You want to understand a shadow?” His voice was calm, sharp, a faint, quiet hum. “A name that never left?” “You’re not just a shadow.” Her voice was sharp now, cracking. “You’re real. You have to be real.” “Do I?” His voice was calm, a faint, cold whisper. “Or am I just a name you won’t let go?” “You’re not just a name.” Her voice was sharp, tangled. “You’re… you’re him. You’re Andrei.” “And if I am?” His voice was soft, calm, a faint, quiet hum. “What will you do? What will you say?” “I…” Her voice cracked, her breath sharp, tearing. “I don’t know. I just… I need to understand. I need to know why. I need to know who you are.” “I am a shadow.” His voice was calm, a faint, sharp whisper. “A shadow you carry. A ghost you won’t leave.” “No.” Her voice was sharp, cracking. “No, you’re real. I saw you. I heard you. I…” “You saw what you wanted to see.” His voice was calm, cold. “You heard what you needed to hear. But that doesn’t make it real.” “It has to be real.” Her voice was too fast, too thin. “It has to be… because if it’s not…” “Then what?” His voice was sharp now, too sharp. “What happens if it’s not real? What happens if I’m just a shadow?” “Don’t say that.” Her breath was sharp, tearing at her chest. “Don’t… please…” “But it’s true.” His voice was calm, a faint, cold hum. “You don’t want the truth. You want the shadow. You want the name. You want the ache that won’t leave.” “I don’t want it.” Her voice cracked, a faint, desperate whisper. “I don’t… I just… I just want to understand.” “Then understand this.” His voice was sharp now, his eyes dark, sharp, watching. “I am here because you won’t let me go. I am here because you refuse to leave the shadows.” “I’m not…” Her voice was sharp, tangled. “I’m not doing this. I’m not… I just want to see. I just want to see you.” “You want to see a ghost.” His voice was calm, steady. “But all you will see is yourself.” “No.” Her voice was a faint, shivering whisper. “No, you’re real. You’re…” “Look closer.” His voice was sharp now, a faint, cold breath. “Look at me. See what you refuse to see.” Her breath caught, the ache twisting, sharp, pressing. Her fingers were white, stiff, her pulse a slow, heavy drumbeat. And then she saw it. His face. Pale. Sharp. But not just his. Another face. Her own. Twisting, melting, pressing against the darkness. A mirror twisted in the rain. Her own eyes. Her own fear. Her own voice that whispered her name. “Kalina…” Her breath caught, the ache a slow, sharp knot. “No… no, this isn’t…” “It is.” His voice was calm, cold. “It always was.” “But you… you’re…” “I am you.” His voice was a faint, sharp whisper. “I am the shadow you refuse to leave. I am the name you whisper in the dark. I am the ache you
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