It didnāt feel like seeing the future.
Not at first.
It felt like dĆ©jĆ vu.
That strange momentā¦
When you feel like youāve already lived something.
Everyone gets it.
Right?
He ignored it.
The first time.
The second.
Even the third.
But then it became different.
Stronger.
Clearer.
Instead of a feelingā¦
It became a moment.
Exact.
He would see somethingā¦
Then it would happen.
Seconds later.
The same words.
The same movements.
Perfectly.
No difference.
His chest tightened.
āThatās not normalā¦ā
He tried to test it.
Focused.
Waiting.
Thenā
A thought.
Clear.
āHeās going to drop the glass.ā
He looked at the person in front of him.
They were holding a glass.
Still.
Nothing happening.
Thenā
It slipped.
Fell.
Shattered.
Exactly like he saw.
His heart started racing.
āNoā¦ā
āThis isnāt coincidenceā¦ā
He tried again.
Watched.
Focused.
Then another moment.
āSheās going to turn around now.ā
And she did.
Exactly.
Same timing.
Same movement.
Now there was no doubt.
He wasnāt guessing.
He was seeing.
The future.
Seconds before it happened.
At firstā¦
It felt powerful.
Like control.
Like advantage.
He knew things before they happened.
Avoided mistakes.
Predicted outcomes.
Everything worked better.
Untilā¦
It changed.
The gap grew.
From secondsā¦
To minutes.
Then longer.
He started seeing thingsā¦
Far ahead.
Things he couldnāt control.
Things he couldnāt stop.
Thatās when fear started.
Real fear.
Because the futureā¦
Wasnāt always good.
One nightā¦
He saw something different.
Not small.
Not simple.
Big.
Clear.
Him.
Standing in his room.
Looking terrified.
Breathing heavily.
Holding his phone.
Thenā
The version of himā¦
In the visionā¦
Turned.
Looked directlyā¦
At him.
Through time.
His breath stopped.
āThatās not possibleā¦ā
Because in that momentā¦
He realized something terrifying:
He wasnāt watching the future.
The futureā¦
Was watching him back.
