Cyber 3

Iris

Cyber.

He had changed. A lot. But I would have recognised him anywhere. I knew that voice. The deep timber of it.

And the way he said my name when I finally lifted my head was exactly the same way he had said my name five years earlier. When he had crashed into my life and changed everything.

My whole world had imploded that night. Cyber had done that.

He had started me on this path. It was all on his impossibly wide shoulders. If he hadn't come that night, my parents would still be alive, and I wouldn't have spent years in absolute misery. Scared of everything that moved.

It was all because of him.

And it had all started by him saying my name in his deep velvet voice.

The exact same voice that he had just used.

My heart slammed into my chest, and I clutched my throat with my hand as memories of that night engulfed me. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Panic gripped me, making the edges of my vision turn black.

The darkness was threatening to overtake me. And this time I knew it