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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 6 : Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 6: The First Time I Saw It… and Tried to Stop It  

✍️ By Zaiyen


I was sixteen.  

The first time it happened — fully, clearly —  

and I tried to change the ending.


The dream was short, but sharp.


A green bike.  

A girl in yellow.  

A speeding lorry.  

Blood on gravel.  

A slipper rolling down the road.


I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat.


It felt **too real**.  

Like it had already happened.


---


That morning, I couldn’t stay home.  

Something inside me burned.  

I grabbed my cycle and went straight to the corner near the temple road.


I didn’t know what I was looking for.  

I just… **waited**.


And then I saw her.  

The yellow kurti. The green bike.  

Everything matched.


**This was it.**


---


I screamed.  

I ran across the road like a madman.  

I didn’t care who stared.


I shouted,  

*"Stop! Don’t cross!"*


She froze. Confused.  

Then — a second later —  

the truck sped past.


Just inches away.


If I had been late by even 2 seconds…


---


She stared at me, terrified.  

People gathered.  

Someone asked if I knew her.  

I didn’t.


I just stood there, shaking.


That was the first time  

I realized this was more than intuition.  

It was a **chance**.


A terrifying, unpredictable gift  

that came without warning  

but maybe…  

with a purpose.


---


From that day,  

I started writing everything down.  

Dreams, timings, people, faces, symbols.  

Not to prove anything to others —  

but to **catch the next one**.


And maybe, just maybe…


**save another life.**


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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