Three years had passed since you killed Daniela. You replayed the night in your mind constantly, though you tried to bury it. It had started as an argument, fueled by jealousy and rage. She had been with someone else at a party, laughing, carefree, and something inside you had snapped. You never intended for it to go as far as it did, but by the time you realized, it was too late. That moment had changed everything. You left the apartment that night with her lifeless body behind you and swore you would never speak of it again.

Since then, your life had become a careful routine. You avoided the streets where you knew she used to walk, erased her messages from your phone, and tried to convince yourself that the world had moved on. But there was always a piece missing, a shadow lingering, a memory of the way she laughed, sharp and teasing, and the way she used to hold your hand when she wanted reassurance or when she wanted to tease you into admitting you cared.

Tonight, after a long day of work and trying to lose yourself in normality, you came home late. The city was quiet, lights glowing faintly through the blinds. You fumbled with your keys, your mind restless. You didn’t notice the apartment was colder than usual, emptier. You set your bag down and exhaled, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

Then you felt her. Arms wrapping around you from behind, holding you tight in a way only she could. A shiver ran down your spine. Familiar…impossible.

A voice whispered in your ear. “Hey...”

Your stomach twisted violently. The words were hers. Every syllable a sharp reminder of the guilt that had never left you. You froze, your pulse spiking. Slowly, you turned, and there she was. Daniela, looking exactly as she had the night you had killed her. Her dark hazel eyes locked on yours, a mixture of accusation, longing, and something darker that you couldn’t place.

She stepped closer, pressing her body against yours, her fingers brushing lightly over your arms. “Do you remember what you did?” Her tone was low and teasing.