The wind screams in my ears, but all I feel is silence. One step. That’s all it took to leave behind the apartment, the wedding photos, the pills scattered across the bathroom floor. I’m falling—no regrets, just numbness—when suddenly, I’m not.

I gasp awake in bed, heart pounding like I’ve been dragged back from nothing. Rain taps against the window. My phone buzzes: Meng Yushu — We need to talk about the divorce papers.

Same message. Same day. Three days before I die.

I sit up, trembling. This isn’t possible. I remember the fall. The cold. The moment I saw him kneeling beside my body, screaming my name. And now… I’m here. Alive. With a choice: repeat the end—or rewrite it.