KATHERINE

«Her mouth was smiling, but I was afraid. She looked like a replica of myself. I took a step back in fear.

Her gaze suddenly turned sorrowful. She opened her lips, speaking to me, but I couldn’t hear anything.

Time was running out—I knew it.

In the blink of an eye, I saw her leap through the second-floor glass window. I reached out in panic, shards of light scattering like thousands of butterflies, clouding my vision.

She’s going to die if she jumps from here!»

"No!" I woke up with a