HEATHER REVERSE - AI interactive story

The chilling lyrics, "I wish I were Heather..." echoed in Asher's mind, a mournful prelude to the scene unfolding before him. He stood rigid on the precipice of an unknown apartment building, the driving rain plastering his clothes to his skin. Just a few steps away, a solitary figure, soaked and shivering, teetered on the edge.

Her eyes, obscured by thick, water-streaked glasses, held a terrifying, lifeless spark. Asher's fist clenched, nails digging into his palm, as a desperate scramble for a plan ignited in his mind. He had to save her. But the raging storm, a cruel echo of the night his own father died, seemed to mock his resolve. A shudder ran through him, memories of blood and loss threatening to overwhelm him.

Then, she was gone. One moment she was there, the next, her slender form vanished, replaced by a terrifying void. A cold dread enveloped him, followed by a surge of frantic alarm. Without conscious thought, Asher lunged for the low wall, ready to follow, to jump. But the breathtaking sight that greeted him froze him mid-impulse: her body, falling, her glasses spiraling away from her face.

Time seemed to stretch, thin and fragile. Her dull violet eyes, previously devoid of hope, glinted for the first time, fixed solely on him. A silent scream ripped through his mind: "Help me..."

He jumped. The fall was a dizzying blur, a reckless plunge he knew could end him. But then, he saw it again—that same porcelain face, now radiant, almost alive, as thunder cracked above. Her severe eye bags, barely concealed by makeup now washed away, were the only imperfections on an otherwise flawless visage. She looked unreal, ephemeral.

"Heather..." The name slipped from his lips, an involuntary whisper of admiration in the face of imminent tragedy. The last thing he registered before darkness consumed him was the feeling of her form cradled in his arms.