C12 Locked Away

Phillip picked up a hair tie from the table and gently pulled my hair back, securing it with ease. The simple action caught me off guard.

For a moment, I froze.

A memory surfaced—one from the day I died. Back then, my life flashed before my eyes, a collection of scenes rushing past. But none of them made me feel warm. None of them held happiness.

It hit me then.

When I was alive before