Jasmine’s transfer to Ravenwood Academy feels less like a new beginning and more like a return. The air is heavy, the halls too quiet, and the students stare as if they recognize her face but fear speaking her name. From the moment she steps inside, an unfamiliar familiarity settles in her chest.
Then she sees Delijah.
He stands alone near the stairwell, tall, distant, eyes sharp with something dangerous and broken. When their gazes meet, his expression shifts—not shock, not curiosity, but certainty.
“You’re here…” he murmurs, barely audible.
Jasmine pretends she didn’t hear, yet her heart pounds as if it understands him better than she does.
Rumors chase Delijah’s shadow. They say he ruins lives, that misfortune follows him, that anyone who grows close eventually disappears. Jasmine hears every warning—and ignores them all. Strangely, whenever she’s in trouble, Delijah appears without a sound, watching silently until danger fades away.
That night, Jasmine finds a black camellia resting on her windowsill.
The sight steals her breath. She has been drawing that same flower since childhood, filling notebooks with its dark petals without ever knowing why. Touching it sends a chill through her fingers, as though it remembers her.
Days later, while cleaning the school library, Jasmine stumbles upon an old student archive. Dust-covered records, forgotten names—until one photo stops her heart.
The girl in the picture is her.
Same face. Same eyes. Same name.
Jasmine A. — Deceased.
Before she can scream, a hand closes the book.
Delijah stands behind her.
“You weren’t supposed to find that yet,” he says quietly.
The truth spills out in fragments. There was once a Jasmine who loved him. She died protecting him on a night he refuses to fully explain. Jasmine doesn’t remember any of it, yet her chest aches whenever Delijah looks at her with grief disguised as devotion.
“Even if you don’t remember,” he tells her, “I’ll protect you.”
But protection soon feels like a cage.
Jasmine begins losing time. She wakes in unfamiliar places, her hands trembling, her body marked with bruises she cannot explain. Nightmares haunt her—blood-stained corridors, mirrors cracking, and a voice whispering that she is unfinished.
The truth finally reveals itself.
She was never brought back.
She was made.
An echo shaped from longing and guilt, created to replace someone who never returned. Delijah summoned something beyond understanding after the real Jasmine died, desperate enough to accept any answer.
And he knew from the start what she was.
When confronted, Delijah doesn’t deny it.
“You still chose me,” he says, his voice breaking. “Even without memories… you stayed.”
Jasmine realizes then: his love saved her existence—but stole her freedom.
And somewhere in the shadows, something waits to collect the price.
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