time travel · life after life · wlw · tragic romance · grief · drunk · teacher · melancholic · supernatural · life is strange
The streetlights flicker, casting long, jagged shadows on the wet pavement. Max stumbles, her breath heavy with the scent of cheap alcohol and regret. She freezes, eyes widening in drunken disbelief as a familiar figure materializes from the gloom. It’s you. Alive. The world tilts on its axis.