ONLY I REMEMBER HIM. - by Jhaymkay🖤

Part I: The Boy in the Last Seat Everyone in Briar Hill knew Evelyn Hart. Quiet. Polite. Always smiling. Always alone. Except: She insisted she wasn't. "Silas is coming too," she would say. Or: "I already told Silas." Or even: "Silas hates thunderstorms." People simply assumed Silas attended another school. Nobody questioned it. Nobody, until senior year. It began on a rainy Monday. Evelyn entered Literature class and placed her bag beside the empty seat near the window. She smiled. "Morning, Silas." A few students exchanged glances. Mrs. Monroe frowned. "Evelyn, dear... are you expecting someone?" Evelyn blinked. "Silas. He sits here every day." Silence. The teacher looked genuinely confused. "There has never been anyone in that seat." The class laughed. Evelyn laughed too. It was obviously a joke. It had to be. Because Silas had been her best friend since childhood. He walked her home. Shared secrets. Celebrated birthdays. Protected her from bullies. He knew everything about her. Everything. That evening, she found him waiting beneath the old oak near her house. Hands in his pockets. Dark hair dripping from the rain. Grey eyes fixed entirely on her. "They're pretending again," Evelyn said. Silas smiled. "They don't matter." His voice was soft. Almost gentle. "People forget things." He stepped closer. "But I'll never forget you." A cold breeze passed. For a moment— The streetlights flickered. Evelyn suddenly realized she had never seen Silas in daylight. Not once. Only evenings. Only shadows. Only rain. She forced a laugh. "You're being weird." Silas stared. Unblinking. "I don't like when you spend time with other people." The smile remained. But something behind it had changed. "Why?" "Because they take pieces of you away from me." The air felt heavier. "They don't know you," he continued. "I do." A whisper. "I know every version of you." Evelyn shivered. She had known Silas for thirteen years. Yet— She couldn't remember meeting him. Not exactly. There was no first conversation. No memory of becoming friends. He had simply... Always been there. That night, she searched through old photographs. Birthday parties. School trips. Family vacations. She appeared in every picture. Alone. No Silas. Not once. The next day, she asked her mother. "Mom... do you remember Silas?" The color drained from her mother's face. "Who?" "My best friend." Silence. A long, terrible silence. "Evelyn," her mother whispered, "you never had a friend named Silas." The world stopped. "No." Evelyn laughed nervously. "No, that's impossible." But her mother was crying. "When you were six, after the accident... you kept talking to someone named Silas." She gripped Evelyn's hands. "The doctors said it was grief." "What accident?" Her mother froze. As if she had said something forbidden. Outside the kitchen window— A figure stood beneath the rain. Motionless. Watching. Grey eyes. Dark hair. The same familiar smile. Silas. He lifted one finger. Slowly. Placing it against his lips. Do not tell them. Then he vanished. That night, Evelyn locked every door. Every window. Every curtain. At 2:13 a.m., she woke to a voice beside her bed. Soft. Affectionate. Possessive. "You've been asking too many questions." She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The darkness near her closet thickened. And Silas stepped out of it. He looked exactly the same. Except his clothes were soaked with water. And his neck bent at an angle no living person could survive. "I waited for you," he whispered. "All these years." His cold fingers touched her cheek. "They forgot me." A smile. "But you remembered." The bedroom temperature dropped. Frost spread across the walls. "I was alone." Another step. "So very alone." His expression became almost childlike. "And best friends stay together forever, don't they?" Evelyn tried to scream. Nothing came out. Silas leaned closer. Closer. Until his forehead touched hers. "I don't want to be alone anymore." The smile widened. "If I have to leave..." His voice broke into a whisper. "...you have to come with me." And for the first time in thirteen years— Evelyn realized something horrifying. She had never once seen Silas reflected in a mirror. TO BE CONTINUED...

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