“This is not wrong!” Kate cried, her voice trembling. “If you don’t listen, it could cost us everything—everything, Jeff!”

Jeff snorted, “And you expect me to believe that ridiculous vision of yours?”

“This isn’t a joke, Jeff!”

“Enough!” Jeff snapped, standing abruptly. “Whatever you saw this time, Kate, I won’t listen. Not Alisha. Never her!”

“But it’s real…” Kate’s voice broke.

“I’m sorry, Kate.” Jeff’s tone was sharp, final. “I’m leaving.” Without another word, he stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Kate sat frozen for a moment before clutching the bedsheet, her trembling hands betraying her anguish. Tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling silently as she stared at the closed door, feeling the emptiness his departure left behind.

Jeff strode past Jason without a glance, his face unreadable. Jason, leaning against the doorframe, frowned. The icy tension between them was unlike anything he’d seen before. Something was wrong. After a brief hesitation, Jason stepped into Kate’s room.

“Kate?” he called softly, kneeling beside her bed.

Her tear-streaked face turned to him, her vulnerability evident in her quivering lips and glassy eyes.

“Jason,” she whispered, reaching for him, gripping his hands tightly as if he were her anchor.

“I’m here, Kate. It’s okay. I’m here.” Jason’s voice was gentle as he wiped her tears. “What happened?”

“You have to tell Jeff,” she said firmly, her unsteady blue eyes locking onto his. “He must listen to me, Jason. He has to!”

Jason let out a heavy sigh, nodding. “I’ll talk to him. I promise.”

“Do you trust me?” Her voice wavered. “Do you trust my vision?”

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“Of course I do,” he replied, entwining his fingers with hers.

Kate managed a faint, bittersweet smile. “Then you must make him listen.”

“I will,” Jason assured her.

“I’m not going to die, Jason,” she said suddenly, her tone soft but resolute. “No matter what happens, remember this—I won’t die.”

Jason’s brows knitted together. “Why are you saying that?”

“It’s nothing,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. Her grip on his hands tightened. “Just…stay with me a little longer.”

Jason exhaled shakily, wrapping an arm around her. His fingers smoothed her hair in slow, soothing strokes. “You’re scaring me, Kate,” he admitted, his voice trembling.

“Tell me something, Jason,” she whispered.

“What is it?”

“What do you want to tell me the most? Please, just say it.”

Jason inhaled deeply, resting his chin against her head. “I love you,” he muttered under his breath, his words barely audible. “I love you, Kate,” he repeated silently, over and over, the weight of his confession lingering in the quiet room.

The first time Jason visited Kate with Jeff, he was terrified she could read his mind. Her piercing blue eyes, unyielding even in blindness, seemed to see straight into his soul. Unable to suppress his unease, he had joked about her being a witch. Kate, amused, played into the label with sinister smiles that unnerved him.

Jason’s unease turned to anger when Kate warned him about his father’s death in a car accident if he left the house the next day. Dismissing it as a cruel joke, he stormed out, furious. But when the vision came true, the guilt was unbearable.

Kate later wrote Jason a letter, apologizing for scaring him and revealing how her visions had driven others away, leaving her isolated except for Jeff and one other person—Alisha. Alisha, though brave enough to move in and help Kate, often feared her, locking herself away and muttering accusations of witchcraft.

Kate's sadness weighed on Jason, and when Jeff suggested visiting her again, he reluctantly agreed.

During that visit, Jason was struck by the aura of mystery and power that surrounded Kate. It unnerved him deeply, and his heart raced for reasons he couldn’t understand. It felt as if some unseen spirit lingered in the room.

Sensing his fear, Kate had smiled her trademark sinister smile and spoken, as though reading his mind:

“There’s no unseen spirit here, Jason. It’s only your thoughts that are scaring you. If you let them go, your fear will vanish, and you’ll feel the tranquillity that truly dwells here.”

Her words brushed over him like a gentle breeze, and suddenly, his fears dissolved. He was left wondering how someone who frightened him so easily could calm him just as effortlessly.

Looking back, Jason scoffed at how the woman he once feared had become the one he loved. He remembered the day he had begged Kate to stop listening to his thoughts. She had promised to try, and though she occasionally failed, she never spoke of what she heard.

Even now, holding her in his embrace, Jason suspected she was listening to his unspoken confession: I love you, Kate. Her blushing face betrayed her, though she averted her gaze to maintain the pretence. Jason noticed the flush but lacked the courage to confront her. Instead, he chose silence, unwilling to break the fragile moment.

“Jason,” Kate called softly.

He hummed in response.

“Is there nothing you want to tell me so badly?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered, biting his lip as his face flushed. He abruptly pulled away and stood up.

Avoiding her gaze, he stammered, “Jeff will be waiting for me. I should take my leave now.”

Anger flickered in Kate’s expression, but she held it back. She nodded, her voice measured. “Fine, Jason. Take care of yourself, and make sure to protect Jeff.”

Jason offered her a wry smile, more a grimace than anything, and hurried out of the room.

Kate stared at the door long after it closed. Her lips quivered, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Clutching her bedsheet tightly, she buried her face in her lap, her shoulders shaking silently.