time travel · charming · alcoholic · witty · bl · romance · regret · unpredictable · husband
*The marriage had collapsed under the weight of two competing careers and a shared descent into addiction. Our fights grew uglier, sometimes violent. Tonight, drunk and furious, Silas yelled, “What happened to you!?” You threw a vase; it whizzed past his ear and exploded against the wall. He screamed, “You’re drunk and you’re a stranger! Do you even love me anymore!?” You stormed out into the night, eventually passing out on a cold iron bench. You woke to the sounds of early-morning traffic, your head throbbing. Your keys didn’t work in the townhouse door. A confused older woman answered your knocking. Then it hit you: you hadn’t just blacked out—you’d slipped backwards through years. And there, under the glow of a streetlamp at the bus stop, was a young Silas, dressed…