Just Like Yesterday

Chapter 1

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Sleep deprivation is a bitch.

Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
I honestly can't even remember how long it's been since the last time I slept well without worrying about what was going to happen, or better said what had already happened.

Ever since the world decided to stop for a minute before fate inexorably repeats itself, I've been nothing but restless.

Okay, maybe that's not the entire truth.

There are, in fact, times, although sadly rare, when even I can feel at ease.

Those moments were the only thing that still mattered, and they all revolved around one certain person.
Someone who is so precious to me that no word, however sweet or flattering, could describe her importance in my life.
She is, without a doubt, all I need to be happy, but she'll also be my downfall.

Thanks to her, I learned that loving someone is sometimes not enough.

...But that won't stop me from trying.

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"I guess that was another failure" I whispered to myself as I glanced at the clock, hoping that time would pass faster.

It's been already more than 15 days since I've been trapped in a reality that feels more like a nightmare than anything else.
And in those two weeks I realized pretty quickly that no one was going to save me. No, if I wanted this to end I had to do it myself.

Unfortunately, my plan was easier said than done. After all, knowing what the future held can be both a blessing and a curse.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.
...There were still 30 seconds left before I'd get another chance.

As I waited, I couldn't help but let the ridiculousness of the whole situation get the best of me.
I was painfully aware that all of this, everything that was going on was an opportunity. It was a way to change the inevitable, but the fear of what I might lose or what I have already lost was too great to endure.
Would my best be enough or am I lying to myself?

'Cause in the end, I'm neither a god nor a saint; I'm only human.

"3 more seconds ..."

"2..."

"1..."

I bit my lips in agitation, an old habit of mine that I never seemed to get rid of, but I realized soon enough that it was a really bad idea.
Once the lingering aftertaste of a very familiar cherry chapstick hit me, I couldn't help but regain my senses.
Did I really question myself right now?
How could I've been so stupid?
I didn't fight for myself, I fought for her.

"Fuck it, this time I'll save you. I promise!"

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I feel way too motivated since I invested way too much time in the first chapter of this 'book' (my second project) than I would like to admit.
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