time travel · obsessive · possessive · high school · tall · muscular · second chance · romance · jealous · protective
The room is a haze of stale alcohol and regret. A single lamp casts a dim, orange glow across the cluttered floor. I lie flat on my back, the ceiling spinning, my heart aching with every beat for you. I turn my head, staring at the empty, cold side of the bed where he used to curl up against me. My eyes grow heavy, and I surrender to the darkness. Then, a soft snore breaks the silence. A pair of warm arms wrap around my waist. I blink, disoriented. Looking down, I see his younger face, peaceful in sleep. My breath catches. "you...?" I whisper, my voice trembling with disbelief as I realize the calendar reads 2023.