『𝙾𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜』

Part two | Chapter Twenty-six

Part two | Chapter Twenty-six-

"You cannot write what has already been written"

-Unknown

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You cannot write what has already been written. Unless you're wanting to believe... But that's just one facet. One would believe, while another would rivalry. But the truth is simply ignored. It cannot be changed, but it can be neglected. Simply how I refused to believe the interference in time, I'm back into the past. Happy Birthday. A yellow sticky-note read. Along with a cup of... Coffee. Light brown with a tint of espresso. I didn't try it, I simply read off of its appearance. Anyway, it's not important. If I can remember... What happened two years ago... Olivia... She came inside, she-

Knock, knock, knock. I gulped, in awe of this unreal entity. A lady with her hair tucked behind her. She asked to come in, wishing me a happy birthday- She wore a tailored outfit, almost a maid's uniform. "Hi, I'm here to clean as said. By the way, Alex... Happy Birthday." I was still silent, I nodded to her approach, letting her in. I hope she doesn't think I'm acting weird. She immediately began to strike her broom across the floor in front of her. I'm re-living my moments while knowing what comes next. But if I'm back here... I have to try to mimic the same actions I did two years ago. A thought mounted me. But what if... I can change it for the better? What if this is a second chance to change everything- Will I be happier? Is this what you call- a do-over?

I flinch. Only, this time, I can write my own tomorrow. Without- unhappiness. And with knowing the future, just not the same one. Merely two years before San Francisco dove into murk, this place held inflamed with warmth. The streets followed the paths of many lives. Interrupted in my thoughts, I was awoken by the maid. "When's the last time you cleaned this place up?" I don't know, it's been like, forever? I laugh at myself before responding. "You're really quiet today. Hey, tell me. Have you planned anything?" ... "You must have. After all, today's very special." I hesitate, "I do..." She peers at me, her hand resting on her waist. She unlocks a strange gaze at me, raising her eyebrow just at her bangs. I suddenly remember how her presence felt. "Well, I hope you're happy."

...I hope so too. I look around my room. It's small, just like in my memory. I turn behind me, stopping at a full-size mirror resting on the ledge of my wall. I look so... different. Strangely unrecognizable. though nothing more than my face changed. This, compared to two years later... I slightly got a little taller, grew into puberty, and developed more pleasant features. I peer closer into the mirror. How could I forget about you? I gaze closer, keeping my eyes on my freckles. Just as distinctive as ever. Still... I feel incomplete. I still have no idea what's going on, and I don't know how I got here.

"Alex?!" Someone called out to me. ?... The maid, Olivia, turns to me. "She's waiting for you downstairs." I seem obligated but- mixed. I follow her voice out the door. On my right, a set of wooden stairs chased down to the floor. Mom... I feel a sense of endearment, a sense of relief. To be back into a mother's arms. I pause. Wait... But mom was...

"Alex, there you are.

 I've been waiting for you."

Chapter End--

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