Somethings are Meant to Be

Chapter-10

~ Third Person Point of View~

There she was, lounging in the comfy gaming chair Afra had always dreamed of—except it wasn't just any chair. It was occupied by a mirror image of Afra herself. The two looked exactly the same, and the room around them was a carbon copy of Afra's own space. Still, something about the setup felt a bit off, like there were small but noticeable differences that made the whole scene feel just a bit different.

This Afra seemed to be living a much better and more updated life than she was. Her room was a testament to that—complete with a high-end gaming setup, neon lights glowing around her bed, and sleek, modern furniture. For a moment, she wondered if she had not only fixed everything but somehow improved it as well.

For a moment she sat there quietly, trying to take in whatever just happened. Pinching herself to ensure she's not dreaming she started rambling on what happened.

"No. This is in fact too detailed to be a dream. I can't--"

Before she could finish her monologue, she got interrupted.

"That's not it. Why are you getting hyper all on a sudden now?"

Her mom's voice drifted in the room, frustration and anger in her voice mixing up with grief made quite a weird sense of helplessness. And with that Afra's heart dropped into her stomach and she knew something went wrong somewhere. And one way or another it's definitely related to her shenanigans.

She watched the other Afra peeking out of her room, not wanting any unwanted attention, she knows firsthand, both of them are going to dump their frustration on her the moment they see her, talk about one of the perks of being the only child. She was getting Deja vu from watching the Afra of that universe react the same way she would.

She took a good look at them away from there line of sight. The conversation was too insignificant, so was the topic they were fighting on. But all those insignificant things ended up cooking up something very significant.

Afra watched the other Afra came back to her room. Clearly something had gone wrong because she knew she couldn't be wrong. What she did had to be effective but why didn't work as a barrier between her parents. She wondered frustration growing in her brains.

She needed to know the new story now, mostly how and where they met each other's for the first time which means a lot of hiding and listening in on the other Afra.

If she had actually failed to change anything, around this time the Afra belonging to this timeline had to be working on the time machine which meant she would call Sarah to rant about the whole thing anytime soon.

This was the hope Afra had left. She knew she needed to fix this and she couldn't let this Afra go to the past because she didn't want this Afra to go through what she went through.