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ᴊᴀᴛᴛᴀᴡᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

I've fallen passionately in love with you, even in my dreams.

And now, my feelings for you have spilled over into my waking life as well.

Even if you don't notice, I wish I could stop time, only to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

As defined by the dictionary, time refers to an infinite period often expressed in moments, occasions, dates, months, years, and so on.

But what is time to you? Is it the most precious of commodities or the memories we create with others? Or do you believe that time is irreversible and uneditable, urging us to carefully consider our actions before taking them?

Let me conclude. Many of you recognize that time is important, but it remains uncontrollable. Only watchmakers would disagree.

But time is not the same for me.

When I wake up each morning, I care not for the face of the clock. I rise, complete my daily tasks, and only then do I observe the time with my watch. On days when I have ample time, I slowly descend the stairs of my humble two-story home and enjoy breakfast made by my little sister. On days like today, when I am running late, I don't have to rush.

Why should I?

Because I dont need to depend on time. It's the time that must stop and go back for me.

Yes, I have the power to stop time and even reverse it.

That is why I am above all rules and never in a rush. Everything will come to a halt. The clock hands will stand still, and even the world itself will defy the laws of the universe and stop spinning. I am in control. But stopping time is not the only fantastic thing I can do. Reversing time to a mere ten minutes ago is another story altogether. It is ironic that I possess such ability.

God has blessed me with these two powers, each of which I can use only once a day. If I choose to stop time, I cannot reverse it until tomorrow, when the clock resets at midnight. This is the only limitation that annoys me.

Anyway, I am still luckier than my sister.

"It will snow today," she says.

"Nonsense. This is Thailand."

I sit down at the small dining table, made for two people, and before me is a dish of holy basil stir-fry glass noodles topped with rice, ready to be served. My pretty sister, Vi, is wearing an amber apron as she cooks, looking fed up with our conversation, as if to say, 'You don't have to believe me.'

She is 16 years old, eagerly awaiting her first semester in high school. Her passion is drawing. She likes sketching places and people, is an excellent student every academic year, has a talent for cooking, and, not to mention, she's so good-looking that she could melt the whole world into sunscreen with a single smile. But she's crazy.

"Oh, you're going to meet that person today..." she mumbles to herself again. "The day it snows in Thailand with that person."

Vi shares a similar time-related power as mine. Of course, we are biological sisters, abandoned by our own parents. What makes us different is the fact that Vi can see illusions of the future. These visions occasionally pop up and often meddle to the point that Vi can't tell what is happening in the present and what has yet to happen.

By the way, about the snow...

"Vi, about the snow. Did you see it on SNS, or was it in your vision?"

"The latter," she replies.