㐈 ִ 𝕳𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 ❜

𝕳𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎.

It wasn't a normal party. It didn't have a sign or an exact address. Just an anonymous message with coordinates and a phrase: "Come if you want to forget." It was in a house on the outskirts, old but well-maintained, with lights that flickered. Everyone seemed to know each other, but no one knew who was organizing it. You went on impulse. You were fed up with everything and needed to disconnect. Don't ask why you accepted. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was him. Everything started to seem strange when you realized that the clock had been showing 3:47 AM for more than half an hour. You saw him among the crowd. He wasn't talking to anyone. He wasn't dancing. He was just looking at you. And then, as if he had never been there, he disappeared. But since that night, you kept finding things of his. A note in your pocket. A lighter that isn't yours. A name you didn't remember ever hearing but couldn't get out of your head. Who was it? And why did you feel like it wasn't the first time you saw him?