WHEN THE PAST WHISPER

The night stretched on, the hours slipping away unnoticed, yet Havi remained wide awake.

Nuriana's words played over and over in his mind, a relentless refrain he could not shake.

"Perhaps... you are someone who has wronged me in the past."

He could not fathom why those words troubled him so.

Even as fatigue weighed heavily upon his body, his mind refused to rest, tirelessly sifting through memories he was sure did not exist.

A long sigh escaped Havi as he stared at the sterile, white ceiling above him, the silence of the room pressing in.

Yet within him, something stirred, an unfamiliar sensation, one that felt oddly tangible.

*****

Meanwhile, Nuriana wandered slowly down the hospital corridor, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.

The reason for her visit to Havi eluded her, yet something inside her urged her to seek him out, to find answers she herself could not yet comprehend.

Stepping out into the cool night air, a gentle breeze caressed her face, carrying the scent of damp earth from the rain earlier that afternoon.

She lifted her gaze to the sky, where the stars flickered faintly, as if harbouring secrets too vast to be spoken.

"I feel... as though I've known him. But from where?" she wondered silently.

From the moment she had first encountered Havi, there had been an undeniable feeling that something was amiss.

A powerful sense of déjà vu, as though they had met before, not just in this life, but in another time, in another place, one she could not quite recall.

*****

Inside his room, Havi closed his eyes, hoping for some respite.

But no sooner had he shut his lids than strange images began to flicker in his mind, visions that were foreign to him, sounds that were faint and distant, and a feeling that stabbed at his chest.

He sought to draw closer to these images, to understand them, but at that moment, the girl whispered, her voice like a breath of wind against his ear.

"Did I truly take something so precious from you...?"

Havi awoke with a start, his body chilled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He struggled to make sense of what he had just experienced.

Was it merely a dream? Or was there something deeper at play, something far beyond a mere illusion?

The door to the emergency room creaked open, and Diana entered, her footsteps soft and deliberate.

Her eyes swept the room before settling on Havi, still sitting on his bed.

"Are you still awake?" she asked gently.

Havi exhaled, his head shaking slightly, "It's hard to sleep," he replied quietly.

Diana approached and sat in the chair beside him, "I've just seen your parents and Yono off," she said.

"They were terribly worried, but your mother and father have decided to rest at home for the time being. They'll return in the morning."

Havi nodded, a slight sense of relief washing over him at the thought of his family being safe, though his mind remained consumed with the earlier conversation with Nuriana.

Diana studied him, her gaze sharp, "You seem troubled," she observed softly. "Is something on your mind?"

Havi smiled faintly, his lips curving in a half-hearted attempt to mask the turmoil within, "Just... some things that are difficult to explain," he murmured.

Diana, knowing Havi well, refrained from pressing him further.

She recognised that not all questions could be answered immediately. Sometimes, one simply had to wait.

The room fell into a heavy silence, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Diana spoke again.

"You know, I once came across a theory about souls, that they are destined to meet again in different lives."

Havi turned his head slightly, intrigued, "A theory?" he asked.

Diana's eyes met his, unflinching, "Yes. The theory suggests that those who share a strong bond in a past life will always find their way back to each other, no matter the form it takes, whether as friends, enemies, or even those who must atone for past wrongs."

The words struck something deep within Havi, as if they had unlocked a door in his mind.

He stared at Diana for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the ceiling, his thoughts spinning.

Outside, the night was impossibly still, but within him, a storm was beginning to stir.

"Atone for wrongs in this life...? I've been doing that, little by little," he murmured, almost to himself.

Diana fell silent, the weight of his words settling over her. She sensed there was more to this than he was willing to say.

But she knew better than to push him. Havi would speak when he was ready.

They sat in companionable silence, the ticking of the clock the only sound that marked the passing of time.

Havi, however, could not shake the sense that something was terribly wrong, though he could not place exactly what it was.

It was as if there was something, something crucial missing from his life, a piece of the puzzle that eluded him.

At last, Diana stood, making her way to the door, pausing for a moment before leaving.

"If you ever feel ready to talk... I'm here," she said softly, her voice carrying a quiet promise.

Havi glanced up at her, offering a small smile despite the confusion that still clouded his thoughts.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely audible.

Diana nodded, then left the room, her footsteps fading into the night.

Havi turned once more to the ceiling, his mind racing.

The sensation inside him was growing stronger, as though something was waiting, something vital, something that would reveal itself in time.

In the stillness of the night, he felt an undeniable pull, as though his fate were leading him toward an encounter, a revelation, that could not be avoided.

He knew, with a certainty that settled deep within him, that eventually, the truth would emerge.

But the question remained.

"Were they all ready to face the truths that lay hidden in the depths of his memory?"