Todos os capítulos de The Boy who Circled Time: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

"Lila may be a heinous bitch, but you cannot judge her, as a person, without assessing yourself on why you feel that way, why she might have reacted the way that she did, and the ways that you still need to grow up." The weather outside was uncomfortably hot.  The sun beat down on Emmet's head, and considering his hair was loose and down and messy, in a bird's nest of tangled knots and a rough, matted stack that was unevenly distributed almost everywhere within those once shiny, smooth, rippling locks. Emmet gulped, his throat far too dry and sandpaper like, hurtful to the very insides of his body. His face was burning a bright, burning red, and wondered whether it was the heat, or the words of his own future self. "There was no need for that stupid martyrdom. There was no need for any of that in the first place. You could have refused and then gone on to live a quiet life, working the same way as Aunt Minnie did with black market connect

"Don't doubt the almost pathological hatred of my great aunt?" Emmet told Jasper, glancing back over his shoulder to look at his younger self again, trying to commit the younger man into his memory, trying to sear the image of the tired, hunched man into his brain. He hadn't spent much time back then on his appearance, nor on the state of his health other than the recovery of his own immediate and obvious injuries, unwisely in hindsight but still an improvement over sitting there and doing nothing in a depressive state, but the gauntness of his younger self's face, the haunted look in the other man's eyes, wasn't the most striking feature on display. It was how small he was. His younger self was hunched over, always keeping one hand on at least one surface, whether it be a table, wall, or even Jasper before, and he was always looked on the ground. Even before, when the two of them had spoken, his younger self had never, not even once on the most brief of occa

Emmet watched Lila move about as she fixed the glass box back onto the wooden podium, using the key around her neck to lock the entire mechanism together using the key hole at the back of the whole structure.  He watched her as she carried the time machine - as if it was some sort of mundane, cheap and easily replaceable object underneath her arms - as she did so, mavouvering it around her torso as she walked back to the cafe counter and placed the device down on it, reaching out to snag another butterfly biscuit from the display and eat it as if she wasn't supposed to be making money off from the stock that she was currently consuming herself as if she didn't have a single care in the world. Tiredly, Emmet wondered whether Lila was actually as fearful or as nervous as she had portrayed herself to be before, or whether that particular kind of response was awake and alive whenever Emmet's future self, and Jasper, were around. She had certainly seemed nervous and

Lila's hand shook, her fingers locking up against her will and refusing to work to her brain's commands. She choked on the frustrated noises that came bubbling up her throat, her trachea tightening as the beginnings of angry tears began to bead up in the corner of her eyes.  Eventually, after far too long, the appropriate and desperately needed numbers that she needed to press on the phone were finally slammed down.    Finally. Finally finally   "I need the police! It's on Bush Close, and there's giant group of teenagers beating up someone! Please send help!" Lila gasped out breathlessly into the microphone of the phone. "I need- I need- Please help him!" she cried again, and barely listening to the words that were coming out of the receiver, she felt far too unsatisfied.   She needed to do more. She could do more.  She had the capacity to do more. Sh

Awaiting Lila at the front of the cafe, at the desk and post that she had abandoned for the sake of the child that was now resting in her office, there were two police officers, a man and a woman, stood facing each other and murmurring in low voices. "Excuse me, Miss, Sir," Lila began, making sure to keep her voice serious and ensuring to properly ennunciate each and every letter and syllable that came out of her mouth. "Ah, yes. You must be the one who called 999 approximately ten minutes ago. We came, answering your call, and now, we would like to know what the issue was. There is nothing here to match the worry in your voice, and we would like to ensure that the use of your emergency call wasn't done for the sake of a stupid joke," the male police officer spoke down at Lila, something sneering and slimy in his tone of voice that made Lila feel as if there was something intrinsically wrong with her. "In the car park, behind this business, a large group of t