UnMeeting

Chapter XI

Chapter XI
Clarity

Shana's apartment has changed, too. The cute stuffed animals that covered an entire shelf and the mismatched but surprisingly nice-looking furniture were a strike-contrast to the lifeless furniture she had one and a half years ago.

She started redecorating when she realized how boring her place was. The purple couch was her refuge during the worse days when thinking of Dylan would leave her as one big sobbing mess.

She sat on it and grabbed her towel. Who needs tissues when you can have one huge towel to cry on?

She opened the notebook again. She stared at the first page for a very long time. She let her memories flow with the tears that escaped her eyes without warning. She remembered all the time she spent with him. They never fought. Dylan was such a happy soul it was hard to be angry at him for a long time.

She turned to the next page and started reading and turned and read.

And read and read.

She didn't stop until the last page. She couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to.

She couldn't believe what she just read. Is it possible? Was she dead? Did Dylan save her? And died in her place?

May 10. That date. Exactly one year after he saved her, he took her place. She still didn't understand what rifts are or how they work exactly. She only knew one thing. May 10 meant something. She had six months to research and that's what she did.

She didn't find much info about rifts. Who even knows what they're called? It was just what Dylan called them in his notebook. All she knew was that it's about changes in time. So she read about "supposed time-travels", folklore and stories everyone deemed as fictional until she ran into something about a time portal. It was an autobiography of a man everyone deemed lunatic during his time. He was a doctor. How could he treat people if he was crazy?

"Jumping into a 'time portal' can bring a person back in time," the book read.

She was intrigued. Dylan saw two Shana's that time in May 10, 2010. One was the old her, plain dress and black bag. The first one was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress, something she realized she owned but never worn. Dylan has never seen her wear it before. The bag. She also has something similar to what he described. She looked at the details on his first entry.

"I have everything," she realized and with that realization came the knowledge of what she must do.

She understood.

She would jump the portal.

She turned the next blank page and wrote on it.

It's not yet the end.

"It's a yellow sundress, sweetheart. And I bought it for a reason..."