Setting: That night, after the tense confrontation at the café, Briar receives yet another call. This time, the message is more direct threatening even. The mysterious caller is growing bolder, and their words suggest they know far more than any of them could have imagined.
Briar’s POV:
I knew it was coming—the buzz of the phone late at night, the familiar blocked number staring back at me from the screen. But that didn’t stop the wave of dread that washed over me when it happened.
With trembling fingers, I answered. “Hello?”
The distorted voice crackled through the line again, sending chills down my spine. “Did you ask him?”
I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want from us?”
A pause. Then, the voice spoke, colder than ever before. “I want you to remember. I want him to remember.”
I bit my lip, fear creeping up my spine. “Why? What happened in our past lives?”
The voice chuckled, the sound low and eerie. “You’ll find out soon enough. But time is running out, Briar. If Angelo doesn’t tell you the truth, I will.”
My heart raced. “What truth?”
The voice softened, almost as if they were enjoying the torment. “The truth about why you died. And who’s responsible.”
Before I could respond, the line went dead.
Setting: After the unsettling call, Briar knows she needs to confront Angelo about what the caller said. But before she has the chance, a new message arrives—this time, the caller isn’t holding back. The cryptic hints grow darker, suggesting that the past they’re trying to remember may be filled with betrayal and tragedy.
Briar’s POV:
The cold, lifeless sound of the phone's ringtone echoed through my room again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I picked it up, my fingers tight around the device, my breath caught in my chest.
“Hello?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could hear the tremor underneath.
There was no immediate reply. Just static. Then, finally, that voice—the one that had been haunting my every waking moment.
“I told you time is running out, Briar.”
I swallowed hard. “What do you want?”
The voice didn’t answer my question. Instead, they went on, as if we were having a conversation that I wasn’t part of. “You’ve been asking Angelo for answers, haven’t you? Trying to make sense of those dreams. But he’s still not telling you everything.”
I clenched my jaw. “What do you mean?”
A low chuckle filled the line, as if they found the whole thing amusing. “He knows more than he’s letting on. Much more.”
My heart sank. “Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting us?”
Another pause. Then the voice, colder this time, replied, “Because the truth matters. Angelo wasn’t just there in your past life, Briar. He’s the reason you died.”
I felt the air leave my lungs as if someone had punched me in the gut. “What?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“He betrayed you,” the voice continued, the words like venom. “And now, you’re both doomed to repeat it.”
I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “That’s not true. Angelo—he wouldn’t—”
“Ask him,” the voice interrupted, sharp and commanding. “Ask him about the night you died. Ask him why he couldn’t save you.”
I tried to gather my thoughts, but they felt like shards of broken glass. “Who are you?”
There was no answer. Just a click, and the line went dead.
Setting: After the unsettling call, Briar knows she needs to confront Angelo about what the caller said. But before she has the chance, a new message arrives—this time, the caller isn’t holding back. The cryptic hints grow darker, suggesting that the past they’re trying to remember may be filled with betrayal and tragedy.
Briar’s POV:
The cold, lifeless sound of the phone's ringtone echoed through my room again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I picked it up, my fingers tight around the device, my breath caught in my chest.
“Hello?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could hear the tremor underneath.
There was no immediate reply. Just static. Then, finally, that voice—the one that had been haunting my every waking moment.
“I told you time is running out, Briar.”
I swallowed hard. “What do you want?”
The voice didn’t answer my question. Instead, they went on, as if we were having a conversation that I wasn’t part of. “You’ve been asking Angelo for answers, haven’t you? Trying to make sense of those dreams. But he’s still not telling you everything.”
I clenched my jaw. “What do you mean?”
A low chuckle filled the line, as if they found the whole thing amusing. “He knows more than he’s letting on. Much more.”
My heart sank. “Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting us?”
Another pause. Then the voice, colder this time, replied, “Because the truth matters. Angelo wasn’t just there in your past life, Briar. He’s the reason you died.”