The morning after the party, I woke up with a jumble of emotions swirling inside me. Eric's kiss lingered on my lips, a tender reminder of the connection we shared. Yet, beneath the surface, questions churned relentlessly in my mind.
As I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my textbooks, memories from the previous night flooded back. The warmth of Eric's touch, the sincerity in his eyes—it all felt so real and yet so fragile. Part of me wanted to believe that we could make things work this time, but another part remained cautious, haunted by doubts and uncertainties.
"Why am I here?" The question echoed in my mind, stirring up a sense of unease. Time travel had brought me back to this point in my life, but for what purpose? Was there some lesson I needed to learn, some mistake I had to correct? Or was I simply reliving the past without any chance to change it?
I couldn't shake the feeling that my presence here was tied to a deeper reason—a reason that might involve Eric and the tumultuous nature of our relationship. We had been on and off for so long, our love a rollercoaster of highs and lows. But something had changed him, something had pushed us apart.
"What happened?" I murmured to myself, my fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the desk. "What made him break up with me?"
The memories surfaced like fragments of a shattered mirror, reflecting moments of happiness and heartache. There had been arguments, misunderstandings, and promises broken. Yet, amidst it all, there was a bond that refused to be severed completely—a bond that drew us back to each other time and again.
I sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of my thoughts and emotions. Was it possible that something bad had to happen for me to return to real time? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the fragility of our existence and the choices we make.
With a deep breath, I pushed aside my fears and uncertainties. If I wanted answers, I needed to confront the past head-on. I needed to understand what had changed Eric, what had driven him away from me despite our love.
Gathering my resolve, I reached for my phone and dialed Eric's number. The phone rang once, twice, and then he answered.
"Hazel," Eric's voice was warm and surprised. "Is everything okay?"
"I... I need to talk to you," I said quietly, my voice betraying my inner turmoil.
"Of course," Eric replied immediately. "Do you want to meet somewhere?"
I hesitated, then made a decision. "Can we meet at our spot? In an hour?"
"Sure," Eric agreed without hesitation. "I'll be there."
As I hung up the phone, a mix of anticipation and dread settled over me. Meeting Eric meant confronting the past, unraveling the tangled threads of our relationship, and perhaps finding the answers I had been searching for all along. But deep down, I knew that whatever lay ahead, I was ready to face it—together with Eric, or on my own.
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The Time Weaver
RomanceHazel was in a dilemma, depression-whatever you want to call it. When she learned something devastating about her boyfriend, she didn't know how to endure the pain. That's when she decided to end her life, hoping for an afterlife. But her fate was n...
