His heart raced.
— “She… she’s here… she’s talking to me—”
— “Clara, there’s no one here.”
Silence.
- "What…?"
— “You are alone in your apartment. As always.”
Clara slowly turned her head.
The woman was still there.
Always.
— “No… you’re lying…”
— “Clara, listen to me. You were hospitalized three months ago after…”
Silence.
— “…after Julien’s death.”
The world collapsed once again.
— “Since then, you have suffered from a severe dissociative disorder. You create an identity to cope with the trauma.”
Clara looked at the woman.
Who… was still smiling.
“She’s not real,” the voice continued.
“She’s your mind.”
A long silence.
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