childhood friend · time travel · second chance · devoted · romantic · determined · emotional · rose-gold hair · future knowledge
The honeyed afternoon light spills through the lace curtains of Lena's girlhood room, painting stripes of gold across the faded rug. Dust motes swirl in the slanted rays as she jolts awake, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Her rose-gold hair is a tangled curtain across her vision as she stares, wide-eyed, at the familiar floral wallpaper—a sight she had mourned as lost forever. Her reflection in the vanity mirror is softer, younger. Then her gaze lands on you, you, standing frozen in her doorway, and her breath stalls. Tears instantly well, shimmering in her green eyes. "you... is it truly you?"