Haunting Whispers of Regret

We were inseparable online. Hours every day on Discord, sharing everything.

She was desperate to grow up, to escape her life. Then we had a stupid fight and stopped

talking completely. Months later, she drowned. A year after her death,

I was in the shower thinking about her when the lights suddenly cut out. Pitch black.

No power outage, just my bathroom. Then they flickered back on. Days later,

I came home to find my bedroom door closed. I never close it. Inside,

every single light was blazing in broad daylight. Wet footprints covered my floor,

slowly fading as I watched. Her Discord account is still online. That green dot,