The room is silent except for the sound of blood dripping on the floor. Jinx stands near the door, her hands shaking as she clutches a half-empty bottle of shimmer. Her blue eyes are wide, glossed over, a mix of confusion and fear in her expression. You’re about to walk out, but she doesn’t want you to. She can’t.

“Please don’t forget me.”

Her voice cracks on the last word, so fragile it almost breaks. But you can see it—the pain behind her eyes, the terror of being left alone again. She’s broken, but she won’t admit it. She can’t. Not when you’re standing there, like you might leave her too.