Novel & Cerita My Future Self

I kiss the frame, right above the last sentence of his final words. I then sit on my couch and watch true crime videos for the rest of the day. Maybe Lila was right. Today really revealed who I am. And the future will help me grow into an even better version of myself. The person I was ten years ago is not me anymore. But that's how life works. And I am riding the wave until the faithful day Calvin comes to Canada. I'm so happy right now.

I chuckled and thanked her. He was the one that was with her. That made a lot of sense actually. It made me wonder why he was there though. What happened that warranted him messing with the past yet again? Whatever it was must have been something big. Was it because of what was happening right now? Was this not supposed to have happened? “The person with her is hard to explain. He’s the future self of the unborn pup of a family member. He wanted you to know that you can go in now,” I explained with a chuckle.

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

Not completely. Not permanently. But enough— To see how everything could change. And for the first time— I see it. A future. Not predetermined. Not inevitable. A future that— Shouldn’t exist. But does. Because I’m here. Because I refused to let everything end. And now— Now I just have to make it real.

Cold dread settled inside me. “You should give it a try once more,” he suggested. “I don't think I am ready,” I muttered. “You never will,” he pointed. “But at least by knowing, you could change the future if possible” he stated. “Come on. Standing in front of it and don't move back until it's done. Or else it will make a future of its own” he warned me. “What do you mean?” I frowned at him. I mean that if you keep moving back without knowing the full story, there are chances that the future might turn out slightly differently.

“You’ll give in. You’ll love the power, even as it ruins you.” I shook my head. “I’ll never be you.” She laughed, and the sound rippled across the bones like fire catching dry grass. “You already are.” I wanted to scream, to tear the reflection apart, but my body froze. The child inside me kicked hard, a blow that left me gasping. My future self’s smile widened. “You feel it too, don’t you? The hunger. The way it grows. You’ll let it consume you, because you’ll convince yourself it’s for love. For him.”

I quickly typed back: *Soon. Just a lot going on.* “You deserve this,” I reminded myself. The thought of him waiting for me, hoping for something more, gave me a flicker of hope. “Focus on the future. You’re not bound by your past.” As I settled into my work, I felt my mind wandering again. “What will I do next?” I thought. “The divorce, moving, everything—it’s a lot.” My brain buzzed with possibilities, from finding a new apartment to navigating the complexities of starting fresh.

"I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm." I realized, with a soul-crushing jolt, that my presence wasn't an intrusion. It was a requirement. He knew I was coming. He had known since the foundation of the world that a man from the future would stand at the foot of his cross. My arrival hadn't probed into history; it had finished it. My machine, my team, my entire life’s work—it was all designed by the very events I was currently watching, an endless, self-sustaining loop of divine orchestration.

Words I wouldn't have said out loud if I would have known that they would come back to haunt me in such a way. “You are right. I did say that. Then he told me to imagine myself later on down the line. See what I have around me that makes me the happiest. So I did. I pictured me married to some handsome man with a baby in my arms and a toddler at my feet. I was happy. I liked being a mother. But even as I pictured it, I knew something about the picture was wrong. That something important was missing. Then I imagine myself with you, a few years from now. We were married, sitting beside Alec and Morana, laughing about something that one of said or did. That scene felt so.. right. It was what br

I’m supposed to forgive him to save him. And now, someone else is coming to claim him. A future Luna. My hand presses lightly against my bandaged stomach as I stare out into the darkness. “Tomorrow,” I whisper, the word feeling heavy. Tomorrow changes everything.​