The vision hit her.

A boy—running into the street.
A truck—speeding toward him.
Screams.
Impact.

Ashi gasped and snapped back into the present.

The kid was already moving. She acted instinctively, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away just as the truck rushed past. Brakes screeched. The horn blared. Silence followed.

The boy was safe.

His mother froze, unsure what to say—grateful, yet still afraid of her.

Ashi didn’t speak. She let go of the boy’s hand and walked away.

The future had chosen her.
To curse her—or maybe to bless her.

She continued her walk, lost in thought.

The plastic grocery bag tugged at her fingers as she made her way back home. Leftover groceries jingled softly inside. Her left eye still tingled—not painfully, just enough to remind her that the vision had been real.

She turned onto her street.

A white mini-truck was parked halfway on the sidewalk. Cardboard boxes were stacked beside it. A man, in his late twenties, was carrying a small shelf toward the house across from hers.

Ashi slowed down.

It wasn’t common to see new people in this neighborhood. Everyone had lived here for years. Everyone knew everyone… or avoided her.

The man straightened, lifting a box higher onto his shoulder.

That’s when she saw him clearly for the first time.

Messy dark hair. Tired eyes. A tense jaw.
Strong—but like he hadn’t slept in days.
There was something about him—like he was carrying more than just furniture.

Her chest tightened for a fraction of a second.

Why did he feel… familiar?