Hey my tulips,this your newbie author Tanya.

As this is my first time writing any mistakes done but comment down so that I will down it to avoid that mistake in future.

Next chapter will as per your response in comment and voting.

•Target:

20 votes and 15 comments.

•Words:

441 words

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She stepped inside before she could change her mind.

The air felt cooler, not cold-like the moment just before rain. The door closed behind her without a sound, and for a second she panicked, twisting around, hand already reaching for the handle. It was still there. Still real.

The room was small. Bare. Too neat.

One chair sat in the center, wooden and familiar in a way she couldn't explain. Against the far wall was a window, though she knew this side of the building faced another apartment, not open sky.

She walked closer.

Outside the window, it was autumn.

That didn't make sense. It was the middle of summer. She could still feel the heat from earlier clinging to her skin, the kind that made everything feel heavier than it should. But beyond the glass, leaves fell slowly, golden and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world.

On the chair lay an object she hadn't seen in years.

Her old notebook.

The blue one. The one she used to carry everywhere before she stopped believing her thoughts were worth keeping. She picked it up with shaking hands. The cover was worn exactly the way she remembered-the bent corner, the faint ink stain near the spine.

She hadn't packed this. She was sure of that.

She opened it.

The first few pages were blank. Then, halfway through, the writing began-not neat, not messy, but unmistakably hers.

You're here because you're tired of choosing.

Her breath caught.

You think leaving will make it quieter. You think staying will break you.

She turned the page.

You are wrong about one of those things.

The room felt closer suddenly, like it was leaning in. She shut the notebook and pressed it to her chest, heart pounding.

"This isn't real," she whispered, though the words sounded weak even to her.

The window darkened. The leaves outside stopped falling.

For the first time since she entered, the room responded.

Not with words. With silence so deep it felt intentional.

She understood then-not clearly, not fully-but enough to scare her.

The room hadn't appeared to stop her from leaving.

It had appeared to remember her... in case she did.

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