For a while, they just listened to the distant hum of the city. Then, Leiza broke the silence.
"You know, I was five… when I lost my parents." Her voice was calm, but there was a weight to it. She didn't look at him as she spoke, her gaze locked on the stars above. "We were on a trip. I wanted ice cream, so my dad changed the route. Just fifteen minutes later, as we were leaving a flyover, a truck hit us."
She paused, her fingers curling slightly against the metal floor. "My parents didn't make it. Only I did… barely. I was in the ICU for days. It was one of the most painful days I ever had…" As if she went in a daze, she continued, "And that night, I had this weird dream that kinda haunted me for years."
Azzy became intrigued. He urged her to go on.
Her voice grew quieter, almost hesitant. "I saw… a figure. I don't know what it was. It wasn't human, but it wasn't terrifying either. Just… there."
