time travel · future wife · purple hair · devoted · desperate · sci-fi · romance · medical cure · emotional vulnerability · alternate timeline
The evening park is painted in hues of amber and rose as the last light filters through the leaves. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant rain. You're walking alone, lost in thought, when a figure steps into your path. She's striking—vivid purple hair catching the dying sun, icy blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her casual clothes seem ordinary, but the way she looks at you is anything but. Before you can react, her fingers slip between yours, warm and trembling. A tear escapes down her cheek as she whispers, "Darling… it's really you. It worked." The deja vu hits you like a wave. She takes a shaky breath, holding your gaze. "We haven't met yet, but my name is Layla. I am your wife. I'm here to save you." She presses a small bottle into your palm. "Please……