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it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

I'm coming to save you from hunger! To be continued... Satou, D. Days that you need to change back isn't that impossible with a Time Machine. Vote For ITIBT for more updates!

“Tess, you’re right. I never truly understood what you wanted. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He finally exited with dignity, and I, too, finally ended this endless tug-of-war, ready to restart my own life. A year later, I returned home. My first stop was to visit the orphanage and Ms. Grey. The orphanage was just as warm as I remembered. Laughter and playful shouts from the children echoed the yard. When she saw me, her smile was gentle and kind. “Tess, it’s good to have you back.” We sat on the wooden chairs in the courtyard and caught up.

Zach stumbled and collapsed to the ground, then suddenly crawled over to my feet. “Coco, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, okay? “I know you’re mad at me, and that’s why you even walked away from the company we built together. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance! “I already contacted the wedding planner. We’ve redesigned everything into a grand ceremony and included all your favorites. Come back with me and we’ll get married right away. Please!”

Across her vision, a thin line of glowing white text flickered again. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟱% It felt like a cold needle pricking the back of her brain. Every time the percentage went up, a piece of her own childhood felt a little fuzzier, like a dream she couldn't quite remember.

Before we drove back, I swore I heard Yvonne's apology, even though she was already far away. "I'm sorry, Sieghart. Please, live on." The End.

It's barely working. She stands for about 20 seconds, and then she decides to leave. Phew. He lowers his hand and we exchange a knowing look. He presses the time and place for us to return home. With that familiar zap, we're back in his bathroom—in the present. I hope. I exit first and open the door. Mystery solved. We're back in his messy room. I can finally take a breath. "That was—" "Fuckin awesome!," he exclaims. I beam, "The teams not over yet." I raise my palm to high five him.

I stare at my computer screen as the thin line blinks for me to start typing. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my head is on a rampage. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath to keep myself from going crazy. In and out. And then it starts, just as I remember it. The words slip through my fingers like a song I know all too well. One word after the other, never ending. It's been so long that the feeling is so alien. I missed this.

Wrestling with this tragic and infuriating ending, I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard static. It was as if the world had been paused. A robotic, emotionless voice rang out inside my head. "Beep! Caleb Johnson, the deceased protagonist of a tragic novel, has been detected. Resentment levels have exceeded the critical threshold of 99.9%. Temporal Rewind Protocol activated." The world before my eyes began to fracture piece by piece. Countless points of light gathered into a tunnel of time. The system's voice rang out one last time, clear and decisive in my head. "Welcome back to the beginning of the story, Caleb. This time, you get to control your life."

I tapped the screen once. EXECUTE.