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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 2 : Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 2: They Thought I Was Overthinking  

✍️ By Zaiyen


"Maybe you're just overthinking again."


That’s what everyone said.


When I told them I had a strange feeling about Grandpa's health,  

they laughed it off.


When I mentioned seeing a bus accident in my dream —  

two days before it happened on the same road near our village —  

they said,  

**"Coincidence."**


But I knew it wasn’t.


It’s hard to explain what it feels like…  

when you know something's coming,  

but no one believes you.


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Even **Zeeran**, my closest cousin, grew tired of listening.  

*"Why do you always expect something bad to happen, bro?"*  

he asked once, shaking his head.


I didn’t.  

I **never wanted** any of it to happen.


But it did.  

Again and again.


---


I started withdrawing from everyone.  

Smiling less. Talking less. Sleeping more — yet never resting.  

Because dreams were no longer peaceful.  

They were warnings I didn’t ask for.


And when something tragic happened,  

I couldn’t cry like everyone else.


Because deep down…  

I had already seen it.


---


I remember writing in my diary one night:


> “It’s like I’m living in rewind.  

> The world is moving forward,  

> but I keep getting dragged back to a memory…  

> that hasn’t happened yet.”


I began to wonder —  

What if I wasn’t cursed?  

What if… my mind was tuned into something others couldn’t hear?


But if that were true…


**Why did it always come with pain?**


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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