Golden Melody (Editing)

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Season 2: Reset

Miexha's Point of View

The dream again.

Same open field—soft, endless, lullaby-colored.

No blood.
No graves.
No bunnies this time.

Just the wind.

It smells like wildflowers and something older.
Something buried deep in the bones of memory.
Like magic coming undone.

And then—I see her.

Me.

But not this me.
Not anymore.

She stands under a faded sun, hair silver like moonlight, eyes green like the pause before a spring storm. She looks like she's lived a hundred lifetimes and carried every one of them in her spine.

She glows, but not from power.
From pain she's already made peace with.

She smiles. The kind of smile you wear when you've already said goodbye in your heart.

"I'm sorry," she says.

Her voice is mine—but steadier. Wiser.
And exhausted.
The kind of tired that doesn't come from sleepless nights, but from centuries of sacrifice.

"I tried," she whispers.
"I tried to bring you back to the exact timeline. But... I can't anymore. We're unraveling, Miexha. Our power is fading."

I want to ask why. What happened. What she means by "unraveling."

But I only listen.

She steps closer, kneeling. Her hand brushes my cheek—it feels like wind and light and the edge of goodbye.

"I asked you to travel again for one last time."

"In this timeline," she continues, "you won't remember the past. Not the Zenips. Not Riel. Not even me."

My chest tightens.

That name—Riel.
It echoes in me like a bruise pressed by a ghost.
I don't know him, but my soul aches for him.

"You'll be a girl again," she says gently.
"Free to fall in love. To choose without the weight of your other selves. No destiny. No curse. No bloodline. Just... freedom."

I want to scream that I don't want peace without memory. That I'd rather ache than forget. That he mattered—even if I don't remember why.

But she's already pulling me close. Warm. Infinite. Like an older sister. Like a mother. Like me, if I'd carried the world too long.

"You'll laugh. You'll fail. You'll fall in love. And when your last days come... I promise, to bring you back to your real world."

Her arms tighten around me like a lullaby.

"This is your last travel before you fully awaken"
"Live it. Love it. Forget me. I'll wait with Riel. In our house on the cliff."

A kiss lands on my forehead—gentle, final.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "for being too cruel."

The world folds into white.

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RIIINNNGGGG.

A bell. Too loud. Too real.

I bolt upright in my chair.

Algebra.
Fluorescent lights.
Sticky desk.
Half-drenched quiz paper stuck to my cheek.

"Miexha Verra!"

The teacher's voice slams through the haze.

I blink fast.
No field.
No silver-haired girl.
No memory.

But something in my chest feels shattered.
Like someone packed a thousand stories inside me and told me to forget them all.

I reach for my mirror.

Click.
Hazel eyes. Brown hair.
Just me. Miexha Verra.

Normal. Ordinary. Alive.

So why am I trembling?

Why do I feel like I've just lost something irreplaceable?

A laugh from the window pulls my gaze.

And then—I see him.

Golden hair, tousled and warm like morning.
Blue eyes like skies that forgot how to storm.
Laughing with the Presidential Twins.

Asha smacks his arm.
Jayson rolls his eyes.

Zatariel Wov grins like the sun rose just for him.

Normal. Too normal.

But when he looks at me—
He sees me.

And he smiles.

Not like a stranger.
Not like a classmate.
But like a boy who's been waiting lifetimes.

My breath catches.

Pat.

A hand touches my head.

I flinch.

Thyron Sebastian. Seatmate. Old friend.
Something about him feels wrong.
Like a story I already lived and didn't like the ending.

"You okay?" he asks.
"You've been weird all week."

I nod. Too quickly.

But I don't want him near me.

I don't want anyone near me.

Not when my soul is vibrating like a song I've forgotten the lyrics to.

I glance back.

Zatariel is still watching me.

Still smiling.

Not flirty. Not smug.

Just... knowing.

And I panic.

I grab my bag, rocket out of my chair, and bolt into the hallway like my shoes are on fire.

Behind me, Asha calls after me.
Jayson laughs.
Thyron curses under his breath.

But I don't look back.

Because I already know—

He's still watching me.

Like he remembers something I don't.
Like the story's already begun again.