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"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

Sarah wake up next morning feeling sore all over body, flashback of what happened yesternight came into her head and a warmed smile left her mouth. She looked around and her eyes welcome the familiar room she knew since she was young. It hasn't change since she left. She walked lazily out of her to the bathroom and notice some little things change in there, like her toothbrush was replace with another one and all her bath bomb was nowhere to seen. She signed; well, she didn't expect it to be the same as she left it months ago.

Let's end this. ***

Then Ophelia spoke again. “Run it back.” The room hesitated. Even the system seemed reluctant. The woman frowned. “Why?” “Because something doesn’t fit.” “The attack failed.” “That’s not what I’m looking at.” A beat. “Run it back.” Silence stretched through the chamber. Then the system responded. The displays shifted. Data streams reversed. Events unfolded backward. Entire minutes of activity rewound themselves. The attack replayed. Frame by frame. Every intrusion. Every response. Every decision.

he stated. "No, I'm fine.” I was nervous. I didn't particularly enjoy talking about the life that I had lived and was forced to leave. The life that I was desperate to get back to. It had been so long now. Too long. Too many things had happened. Changed. I wasn't a fool. I didn't think that going back would magically make everything okay. But it would be a start. Even that seemed like an unattainable dream right now. That didn't mean that I would give up. "Let's just start."

But now—Now they were back to where they were a month ago, the distance between them wider than it ever was because there were just too many odds stacked against them. Laura. Aiden. His Job. Her job. How the hell did they come back from it all? Could they even come back from it? "—I'm sorry. I should have apologised immediately; I should never have left it for so long." Liam said, his voice shakier than she had ever heard it. "I know my timing is terrible, and I'm truly sorry for delaying my apology and for putting you through hell over the past month. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but if you give me a chance. I can fix this. I know I can."

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

"Some things are inevitable, I think I was destined to go through that." "Yes, Sis." Chloe agreed. "Some things are inevitable. Who knew we would be back to the beginning again?" She said her last words softly that Hailey almost missed what she said. "What beginning are you talking about?" She asked. But Chloe only smiled and shook her head. "It's this." She spread her arms and gestured around the room. "You forgot everything again, so we're back to the beginning. Rob and I have to work hard to make sure you recall important things."

Possessive. “Let’s begin again,” he says. The screen cuts. Black. Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. “Run that back,” I say. “No,” my assistant hesitates. “You’ve seen enough—” “I said run it back.” My voice drops. Deadly. Final. He doesn’t argue again. The footage replays. Slower this time. Frame by frame. I watch everything. Every movement. Every reaction. Every second. Because this— This is where it started.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."