When I woke up in 2016: Same Year, Different Ending.

I died loving him.

I woke up in 2016 with ten years of grief in my chest and his name in my mouth. Jax.

April 28, 2016. Ten years earlier. My parents are still screaming. Jax is still the boy I'd ruin myself for. And Pao - the boy who loved me through every disaster - still doesn't know I'll break him.

Tomorrow, Jax confesses. In ten years, that confession kills me.

This time, I remember the fall.
This time, I choose me.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
Themes: suicide, self-harm, abuse, pregnancy, trauma, grief.
This story is not for readers under 16. Read safely.

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Written by MIMI | @Selarin_Catus