To catch a time traveller

Not your time to die

Karl was in the library...again. Something about this place always drew him, no matter what. Everytime he entered he felt like..he was forgetting something..something important. His fiance's always assured him we wasn't, but something told him he was. They walked among the shelves, letting the soft glow of the fire in the middle of the building warm him. 

Karl looked through the shelves, before something...glowing caught his eye. They looked along the books on the shelf, there it was, the black shiny leather looked well kept. It was fatter than the others and stood a good couple of inches higher. As soon as they touched it they knew it had been loved. They pulled it from between its neighbors. The leather had a surprisingly smooth feel, for such a hard object. The pages fell open in their hands, there was just a hint of foxing towards the edges of the pages, and a faint scented musty smell touched their nostrils.They looked at the title "Tales of the smp"

"......Interesting..."

Karl, trusting his instincts, decided to hide away in unseen corner. They opened the old book back up, devouring every story. The words found upon these musty old pages told of a great time traveler, their name never stated. It told of grand masquerade balls... murders.... lost treasure... even magic. The writer of the book was a time traveler, hopping between timelines in a desperate attempt to fix the unfixable. Time. He ran out of it everytime, so close to his goal he can see it, before it was suddenly swiped from his grasp. Leaving him to try once again. A never ending loop. But....it seemed he grew tired of trying to fix what was....he wanted to appreciate what he had already...so...eventually...he let himself forget...but it never said who "he" was

"Who is this person?! I feel like...I should know.."

They slammed the book close, growling. This feeling was one that had haunted him for now weeks. He should remember, it was so easy to remember. Why couldn't he remember?! They started crying, not knowing why. Why did this mean so much to him... They didnt want to go back to their fiances, and make them worry, so they started watching the hands on their watch. It always calmed them down. One second... Time is weird....2 seconds.... You remember bits of it.. 3 seconds... I wish I could remember... 4 seconds...I want to go back...5 seconds..

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Were the hands spinning...faster now?...