MOONCREASTT_LUCUS_
For one year, I endured bullying in my first school that happened when I was in seventh grade . I kept telling myself that things would get better, but they never did.
When my parents wanted me to change schools. At first, I couldn't accept it. But after a year of pain, I finally agreed.
My new school gave me a fresh start. I became a topper, earned respect, and made friends that seemed perfect from the outside.
But some wounds don't disappear with a change of place.
Then one evening, I met a mysterious stranger selling an old book. Out of pity, I bought it, never imagining that it would change my life forever
That night, I wrote:
"I wish I could change my past and my mistakes."
The book answered.
It offered me the power to return to the past and rewrite my life . At that time I thought I could fight them back when they were trying to insult me . But every boon came with a price: for every wish granted, I would lose one minute of my memories forever.
At first, a minute seemed like nothing.
Until the faces I loved began to fade.
How much of myself am I willing to lose to escape my past-self.
Because some memories hurt.
And some memories are the reason we remain ourselves.