The Cemetery
After retrieving the bullet, Li Na made her way back toward the staircase leading to the cliff. The cool wind brushed past her, tugging at her clothes, a reminder of the chill that gripped her body from within.
Each step closing the distance felt heavier, suddenly her legs trembled. Her body shook slightly, not just from the cold, but from the intensity of the memories that rushed through her time to time—relentless, vivid, and suffocating. Her knees gave way, and she found herself sinking down onto the worn stone steps, resting her head in her hands.
For a moment, she allowed herself to feel it all—the fear, the pain, the helplessness of that night. She had stood here once before, filled with hope, unaware of the betrayal that awaited her.
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she sat there, the memories flooding her mind, the sharp pain between her brows resurfacing. The sensation was overwhelming, as if her body and mind were betraying her all over again.