Luna couldn't focus the entire day.
Ethan's words kept replaying in her mind.
"Ten years ago…"
"You were crying…"
"I pulled you out…"
It felt unreal.
Like a story that belonged to someone else.
Not her.
She sat on the edge of her bed, holding her head.
"Why can't I remember…?"
She tried.
Hard.
Rain.
A road.
A loud sound—
Her breath suddenly hitched.
A sharp pain struck her head.
"Ah—!"
She grabbed the side of the bed, eyes squeezing shut.
A flash.
Blinding headlights.
A hand pulling her.
A voice
"Move!"
Her eyes snapped open.
Heart racing.
Breathing uneven.
"That… was real…" she whispered.
She stood up quickly.
"I need answers."
Without thinking—
She walked out of her room.
Straight to Ethan's.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
No response.
She didn't wait.
She pushed the door open.
And froze.
Ethan stood there.
Fresh from the shower.
Water still tracing down his neck.
Shirt half-buttoned.
For a moment—
Neither of them moved.
Then—
"You should knock," he said calmly.
"I did," Luna replied quickly, looking away.
"You didn't answer."
"Then you should've waited."
"I don't have patience right now."
That got his attention.
Ethan buttoned his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving her now.
"What happened?"
Luna stepped closer.
Serious.
Focused.
"I remembered something."
Silence.
Ethan's expression changed slightly.
"Tell me."
"Rain," she said.
"A road. Headlights."
Her voice lowered.
"And someone pulling me."
Ethan didn't react immediately.
But his eyes—
They darkened.
"What else?" he asked.
"A voice," she whispered.
"Telling me to move."
That was it.
That was the moment.
Ethan looked away.
Just for a second.
But Luna saw it.
"You remember," she said.
Not a question.
"Yes."
Her heart pounded again.
"Then tell me everything."
Ethan walked past her.
Calm.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
"It was raining heavily," he began.
"You ran into the street without looking."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
Luna frowned. "You were there but don't know?"
"I saw you at the last second," he continued, ignoring her question.
"The car was too close."
His voice dropped slightly.
"So I pulled you."
Silence filled the room.
"You saved me…" Luna whispered.
Ethan didn't respond.
"Then why does it feel like you're hiding something again?" she asked.
That stopped him.
Slowly—
He turned.
"You're remembering the wrong part," he said.
Her brows furrowed. "What does that mean?"
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers.
Heavy.
Serious.
"It wasn't just an accident."
A chill ran down her spine.
"Then what was it?"
A long pause.
And then—
"You weren't alone."
Her breath caught.
"What…?"
"There was someone else with you," Ethan said.
"Right before you ran into the road."
Luna's heart started racing faster.
"Who?" she asked.
Ethan didn't answer immediately.
And that silence—
Said everything.
"I don't remember…" she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
"You will," he said quietly.
Something about the way he said it—
Felt like a warning.
Not comfort.
Luna stepped back slightly.
Her mind spinning again.
Someone else?
Who?
Why couldn't she remember?
And why did it feel like—
That missing piece mattered more than anything?
Ethan watched her carefully.
Because he knew something she didn't.
That night—
Wasn't just about saving her.
It was the beginning of something else.
Something darker.
And if Luna remembered everything—
It wouldn't just change her past.
It would destroy her present.