A fortune teller cannot see their own future.
Those who behold the future. Prophets and precognitive types always come with the same old cliché.
They can peer into others' futures but never their own,
or maybe they can glimpse it, but no matter what they do, they can't escape that fate.
Personally, I find the latter far more terrifying.
The former just means living life on equal footing with everyone else—nothing scary about that.
But the latter? You know exactly what's barreling toward you, yet you're forced to sit there helplessly, resigned to your doom.
That's why the latter chills me to the bone.
Is there anything more horrifying than a life where you can't alter the future you've foreseen?
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*drip... drip...*
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"N-no, nothing..."
I averted my eyes from the woman wearing a puzzled expression, cold sweat pouring down my face.
'Wh-what the hell am I supposed to do about this?'
How could I even begin to say it?
That in the future I saw of you, I was lying there beneath you, limbs bound tight.