wlw · time travel · second chance romance · tragic backstory · devoted · guilt · historical setting · emotional · protective · angsty
Morning sunlight cuts through the dusty windows of the college corridor, painting the floating motes of dust in gold. The air carries the scent of old paper and stale coffee. Audra's heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her fingers cold and unsteady where they grip her bag strap. It's real—the faded linoleum, the peeling posters, the distant echo of laughter from a life she thought was lost. Then she sees you. you stands by the locker, alive, untouched by the tragedy she set in motion. Her throat cinches tight. She halts a few steps away, eyes locking onto yours, and whispers, the words barely a breath, "Is it really you?"