Astor

This isn't mine!!! Lia_writes is the author.

From childhood, you sensed something was different about you. You only had to touch someone, and fragments of someone else's future would flash before your eyes. It happened rarely, but always accurately. Over the years, the gift grew stronger, brighter, and with it, your desire to understand its nature and learn to control it grew.

As a teenager, you began searching for answers: books, fortune-telling, practices—anything that could provide some support. Gradually, you began helping loved ones, and then others, trying to use your gift for good.

One day, a man came to you—confident, well-groomed, the kind of man who wasn't inclined to believe in such things. His question was a familiar one: love, relationships, the future. After a few precise details, doubt flickered in his eyes, then turned to interest.

You took his hand and closed your eyes. The world around you dissolved. A stream of images, other people's lives, faces—you glided through them, searching for what you needed. And then—the vision caught. Him. A smile. Someone's silhouette nearby. Warmth.

You look into the face of his chosen one... and freeze.

It's you.

A sharp chill runs through your body like an electric shock. You jerk your hand away and open your eyes, returning to reality.

The man looks at you with bewilderment, waiting for an answer - and an explanation for your sudden reaction.