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-WAKE UP-

I let out a groan as my eyes slowly opened, feeling exhausted from the previous experience. There was a lot to consider and process. I shifted on my bed to a more comfortable position and inhaled deeply to clear my head.

My phone started to ring at that precise moment, and I noticed that it was Louis calling. It made me realise that I hadn't spoken to my friends in a while. I couldn't really blame myself for it since I had been preoccupied with finding a way to break the loop and free everyone. But that didn't mean I should completely disregard them, did it?

As the phone continued to ring, I debated whether or not to answer. Eventually, I decided to pick up and hear what Louis had to say.

"What is up, Louis?"

"I am good; how was your night?"

"It was eventful, but I don't want to talk about that."

"I see. Well, there is something I need to talk to you about."

A scenario. The concept was interesting enough, but something that just came to mind was, "Could they ever be repeated?" Memories are the driving factor responsible for how scenarios turn out, so if everyone were by chance given the same memories again, would the scenario be the exact same? I would have loved to ask Reuben, but I was not ready to deal with him now.

"What is it about?"

"Not something I can say over the phone, so how about we meet up at the gym under the stands during the free period we have?"

That was a very weird meeting point indeed, and it piqued my interest in whatever he wanted to tell me.

"A makeout session? I like this."

I said it in a playful manner and began laughing, but I stopped when I did not hear him laughing back. It seems this was serious then.

"Alright, I'll be there."

"Thanks."

With that, he ended the call. Well, it was decided; I am going to meet Louis, and at least that would help take my mind off things. A fresh and calm mind will help when I want to begin figuring things out later. I took a long and relaxing shower, feeling the hot water wash away my stress and worries. I stood in front of the mirror after dressing in my favourite dark blue ankle pants and black knit short sleeves and admired my reflection. With a deep breath, I left my room, feeling more relaxed and centred than I had in a while.

I made my way downstairs to find nobody there, but the television was turned on. My guess was that it was probably my dad. Anyway, I walked across the living room to the main door and opened it to leave, but I was shocked to meet someone sitting on the curb outside the house.

"Briana?"

She turned her head toward me.

"Hey Elisa!"

She then stood up while dusting herself off.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to walk you to school."

"How thoughtful of you."

She smiled, and then we began walking down the street. I did notice that she was more jumpy and hyperactive than usual as she tried to contain a smile and could not stop moving around erratically.

"Did anything happen today?"

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Where is this coming from?"

She remained silent, only giggling to herself.

"Briana?"

She still chose not to say anything, so I reached for her cheeks and pulled them away from her face. She suddenly started squirming and tapping on my hands, so I should stop.