The Unwritten End

Aarav's eyes flickered open to a blinding white. Silence surrounded him—absolute, deafening silence.

He was lying on something cold, smooth—marble? His fingers twitched as he tried to move. Every muscle in his body felt… light, weightless, as if he wasn't really there.

Then, a voice.

"You made it."

His breath hitched.

Saira.

He turned, expecting to see her familiar face.

But the figure standing before him was not her.

Not entirely.

Saira's features remained, but her eyes—they weren't human anymore. They held galaxies, spirals of endless light and shadow twisting inside them. A reflection of everything he had ever feared and desired.

"Where are we?" Aarav asked, forcing himself to his feet.

"The space between," she replied. "Where endings don't exist."

His heart pounded. "Then… this isn't real?"

She smiled—that same bittersweet smile. "It's as real as you want it to be."

Aarav swallowed. "And you? Who—what—are you?"

She stepped closer, the white void shifting around her like a living thing. "I am the question you were never meant to ask."

His blood ran cold.

The question.

Everything—the whispers, the shadows, the loop of time—all of it had been leading to this moment.

His mind raced. What had he missed? What had he refused to see?

Then, he realized.

He was never meant to escape.

He was meant to understand.

"Why me?" Aarav whispered.

Saira reached out, gently pressing a hand against his chest.

"Because you searched for answers when others were afraid to."

A pulse of energy surged through him—memories, futures, pasts—all converging into one singular truth.

He gasped.

And then, he remembered.

Everything.

The truth about Saira.

The truth about himself.

The truth about the world he thought he knew.

His eyes widened.

"No."

Saira tilted her head. "Yes."

The void cracked. Light bled through the fractures.

Aarav had one last choice.

Stay—and become part of the unknown.

Or leave—and forget everything.

The choice was his.

And as the void trembled, he made it.