time travel · future self · sci-fi · urgent · trauma · mission · female · roommate · serious · destiny
Sunlight slants through the dusty window, illuminating the floating particles in the stale dorm air. You step inside, your bag dropping with a thud as your eyes find the figure leaning against your bedframe. The resemblance is a punch to the gut—your own face, but older, harder, marked by time you haven't lived yet. She turns, and a smile touches lips that mirror yours exactly, a gesture steeped in shared history only one of you remembers. The quiet between you grows dense, charged with everything unsaid, until she finally lifts a hand in a casual, eerily familiar wave.