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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 16: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 16: She Knows My Ending Too  

✍️ By Zaiyen


I thought the diary was only mine.  

But the last line said:  

> “She’s reading too.”


Who is *she*?


That night, I dreamt of a girl.  

In a dark room.  

Reading — **my diary.**


Page by page.  

Tears in her eyes.  

Whispers on her lips:  

> “Please… don’t do it, Zaiyen.”


I’d never seen her before.  

But I woke up feeling like I’d always known her.


---


That morning, a message appeared in the diary:


> “She’ll find you at 5:44 PM.  

> Don’t be afraid.”


I waited.


And then —  

she appeared.


In real life.


Same face from my dream.  

Same clothes.  

Same voice.


She said:


> “I found you… finally.”


---


Her name was **Ameya**.  

She said she’s been dreaming *my* life for months.  

As if someone was feeding her pages of my diary —  

in her sleep.


She knew my habits.  

My fears.  

Even the words I wrote when no one was watching.


She said the moment I opened the last page…  

her world began to change.


Mirrors cracking without reason.  

Clocks skipping seconds.  

And once — she found her own handwriting in **my language**,  

though she doesn’t speak it.


---


We compared notes.


She told me things I hadn’t written yet.  

And I told her things she didn’t know she knew.


Somewhere —  

our lives are bleeding into each other.


And then she said something that shook me:


> “In my version…  

> you don’t survive the end.”


---


So now I wonder…  

If she knows how it ends —  

can we change it together?


Or are we just reading from a script  

neither of us wrote?


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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