LOGINAfter the SAT, I come across a post online. Someone posts, "If you could make a choice all over again, which major would you choose this time?" The comments are filled with people wishing they had chosen a different major. They all have their own regrets. One response stands out from the rest. "I would choose literature. That way, he and I wouldn't have missed out on the four years we should have spent together because of that unwanted baggage." I chuckle and am about to scroll past when I suddenly notice the profile picture and username. They are identical to those of my childhood sweetheart, Winter Andersen. I click into the profile. Everything matches her current account exactly, except that the age is ten years older. My heart sinks to my stomach. This has to be her ten years in the future. No wonder I am the only one celebrating when we are admitted to the same major. No wonder she zones out for so long after seeing my best friend, Simon Brown, receive his acceptance letter from the literature department. It turns out I am the unwanted baggage responsible for so many of her regrets and disappointments. Since that is the case, I quietly press "Accept" on the admission offer written entirely in a foreign language. I shall end this mistake ten years ahead of schedule.
View MoreGregory's POVWinter was holding a box of cheesecake. It was a brand I knew well—the small bakery at the end of the old valley.I used to love it. When we were younger, she would buy them for me every few days. She never understood how I never got tired of them. After high school, however, she never bought them again.I greeted her calmly. Mr. and Mrs Andersen said nothing more and soon left us alone."Gregory."Winter stood in the middle of the living room. Four years had passed, and she had become thinner. Her figure looked slightly unsteady, like she might fall at any moment."You're seeing someone?"I hummed softly in confirmation.She suddenly laughed, her eyes red-rimmed. "That's great… And Gregory? It was Simon who drugged me that night. After that, we stayed close for years, but nothing ever happened between us again."My mind stalled for a minute. Then, I understood what she meant. Winter knew everything that had happened in the other timeline, too.She kept her head
Third-Person POVMr. and Mrs. Andersen had no idea what had happened. They simply assumed Gregory had left without telling Winter and that she was upset about it."It's okay. Gregory isn't gone forever. If you miss him, you can always fly over and visit him."Winter's face was pale. Her heart ached immensely. How could she, though? How could she possibly have the nerve to go looking for him?"Safe travels, Gregory."She stared at her phone, typing and deleting her message for over ten minutes. In the end, those were the only words she could send.Winter was surprised to find Gregory hadn't blocked her. Not only that, but he also replied to her quickly, "Thanks. I won't be using this number anymore. If there's anything important, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen can contact me."…Gregory's POVMeanwhile, I had already landed in a foreign country. I was helping Grandma into a cab bound for our new apartment when I saw Winter's message.Just as I'd expected, she wasn't the least bit reluc
Third-Person POVPain shot through Winter's head, worsening by the second.Two sets of memories collided inside her, crashing against each other until it felt as though her skull were about to split open. Even her soul seemed on the verge of being torn apart.How could Gregory be dead?That was a question both Winters in each timeline asked.She stood outside the morgue, listening as the staff from the psychiatric hospital explained the circumstances of Gregory's death."The patient was far too agitated. We simply couldn't restrain him. The moment we let go, he ran to the window and jumped…""No. That can't be real…" Winter muttered.She tried to rush inside and pull back the white sheet covering Gregory's corpse, but Simon caught her by the arm. "Winter, he died from the fall. You know how much his appearance mattered to him. He wouldn't want you to see him like this!"He sounded as mournful as he could be.A loud buzzing filled Winter's head. Right. Gregory had always been
Third-Person POVWinter felt like she had fallen into a dream. She didn't know where she was, but in the dream, she had arrived at college.Everything went according to plan. Gregory Murphy didn't leave. He even helped her carry her luggage. He took her bags down to the dorm, unpacked his own things, then went with her to join orientation.They got their student IDs and joined the same class group chat. Everything seemed perfectly normal.However, after the rush of the day, she sat in the dorm, staring at a group photo of the freshmen in the Literature major. She drifted off briefly.So, when Simon asked her an hour later if she wanted to go out for dinner, she agreed immediately. It wasn't until she arrived that she realized it was a gathering for all Literature students. She was the only one from a different department.Gregory, who was supposed to come with her, never showed up. Simon told her he wasn't feeling well and had turned down the invitation.At the table, Winter was
Gregory's POVWinter's expression shifted several times before she finally spat out, "Gregory, how long are you going to keep this nonsense up?"I didn't answer. I wasn't keeping anything up. I had simply stopped pretending."Nothing to keep up," I said. "I just don't like you anymore, so I'd rat
Gregory's POVMy breath hitched. The blood in my veins ran cold.I would've been alive? Did that mean I would be dead ten years from now?I forced myself to stay calm and cautiously tested the waters with Winter, asking how I had died, but she didn't seem interested in hiding anything. Her replie
Gregory's POVWinter came home from her so-called solo vacation three days later. At the dinner table, she handed me a tiny box and said it was a gift. I opened it and found a bookmark inside."Huh. Did you and Simon go to the same place?" Mrs. Andersen asked, leaning over to take a look. "He stop
Gregory's POV"You mentioned having unwanted baggage. Who were you talking about?"In front of the screen, I took a deep breath and typed my question for Winter Andersen. Within seconds, her reply popped up."He was someone I grew up with. Well, technically, he's also my benefactor. His parents d


















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