Frostea
On the eve of my college entrance exam, I receive a letter from ten years in the future.
"Elliot Sutton, whatever you do, do not marry Sarah Gibson. Your marriage will be an absolute tragedy."
I look up at Sarah Gibson, my girlfriend, who is sitting across from me. She is carefully picking the bones out of my fish for me.
She is the most sought-after girl in our school, yet she has never had much of a temper. When it comes to me, she is always gentle and accommodating. Hence, the warning in the letter sounds completely absurd.
Feeling unconvinced, I pick up my pen and angrily write my rebuttal on the back of the paper.
"What do you know? She only has eyes for me. How could she ever treat me badly?
"Ever since we were kids, she's always been the first to stand up for me whenever someone picks on me. Whenever it rains, she'd insist on holding the entire umbrella over my head, even if it meant that she'd get soaked."
At the end, I conclude, "At worst, we'll just end up struggling a little. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like this relationship will cost me my life."
The moment I stop scribbling, a new line of handwriting slowly appears on the paper.
"That's exactly it. If you stay in this relationship, you will die."