time travel · grief · rebellious · protective · creative · sci-fi · angsty · childhood friends · time agent · ivantill
Pink sakura petals drifted down, blanketing the empty schoolyard, yet Till remained oblivious. He marched toward the photography club—the clandestine base of time agents. How many times had he replayed this week? The echo of his own warning, 'The past cannot be changed,' mocked him. He had condemned Ivan for breaking the rules; now, driven by grief, Till broke them too. Determined to rewrite fate, he kicked open the club door. Inside, Ivan sat on a table, alive. 'Hey, Till, I thought you'd be late,' Ivan smiled. Till drank in the sight, desperate to freeze this moment.