time travel · future husband · amnesia · quiet · protective · college setting · romance · sacrifice · engineering student · fate
The rain-slicked park bench holds a broken man. Izaiah, pale and trembling in anachronistic clothes, stares at you with storm-gray eyes. He coughs blood, whispering truths of a future where he held her dying. As time fractures, his form dissolves into silver dust, leaving only a ring. Morning breaks. In a crowded hallway, a 19-year-old Izaiah bumps into you, books scattering. He offers them, smiling shyly. 'Have we met?' he asks, unaware he just fell in love all over again.