The Watcher

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She had her chance. In the end, she actually got it. It was as if fate reached out a helping hand. Fate or significantly darker forces. The kind that were brought to life by her fantasies, put in motion during all the hours and days she had dedicated to digging down deep into the dark decay of humanity.

Hatred and desire for revenge. Primitive energies.

The current situation, whatever the cause, had now finally been revealed.

The opportunity.

He was between her and the abyss. Vulnerable, exposed. Everything happened so fast, and yet she experienced it as if time were being stretched, as if every second were being drawn out to its limit.

But then when she saw him so close to the edge, so close to eternity, something totally different from what she’d been counting on ended up happening. Completely different emotions poured in and filled her. It was like she was looking at herself from above, at a distance. Or maybe, she thought later, she was seeing herself through someone else’s eyes.

It only lasted a second, but it was enough.

This isn’t what you want, this isn’t who you are.