Rewind Twice Novels & Stories

“And when did you get the idea of renewing our vows?” “I actually had this idea after we got back together,” he said. “I thought that it would be better for us to hold a renewal of our vow since we got separated for five years. I want to express my love to you in this kind of ceremony and reaffirm my commitment to you. And for the second time, to say my promise that no matter what happens, you will be the only woman that I will ever love.” We turned our attention to the priest as he started the ceremony.

You’re just an illusion…’ Ripping his hand away from Calleigh’s, Gabriel crashed the crystal goblet down so hard on the table that it cracked, exploding red wine all over the wood like blood. Three-year-old Raf cried out in shock. Lorenzo and Phoebe, who’d been cuddled at the other end of the table with intimate, private laughter, looked up with a gasp. “Uh… Sorry,” Gabriel muttered and stood up his feet. “I’m so sorry.” Staring at their faces, he backed away.

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.

The secondary pathway had once again finished its write before the counter-lock could close the surface. Kevin turned toward the off-camera interface to transmit the limited acknowledgment. Before the transmission could complete, a new system line overwrote the bottom of the primary feed: Secondary pathway – follow-on write pre-stage detected. Target: coordinates packet integrity. Estimated initiation: 90 seconds. Success condition: substitution of neutral location with secondary coordinates under same joint protocol shell. Kevin’s transmission halted mid-preparation. The operators both straightened.

I hurry over to the desk, swipe dust from the area, and start rolling back the clip to the day I almost died. While one hand controls the screen, the other holds fast to my taser. My senses are heightened still. Finally getting the actual date and time, I click the ‘OK’ icon. Nothing. “How?” I sigh and go again. Still, nothing. The joke isn't sitting well with me. Instead of putting in the time, I only use the date and fast forward through the clip till midnight the next day… It jumps, indicating a missing clip. Holy hell. He was here too?! Or am I really crazy?!

The timeline continued from early afternoon to evening, but nothing felt out of place. Then, it flickered. I pressed rewind, my pulse racing. The screen glitched. Just for a second. I rewound again, but slower this time. The images stuttered, stopped, then leaped ahead as if nothing had happened. I ground my teeth, rewound for a third time, squinting at the precise instant the footage breached. A two-second gap. It was a perfect, seamless cut. The video had been doctored. I took a slow breath, willing myself to think.

I replied coolly, “I’ve improved it since camp.” Her grin widened, “I can tell.” The host continued, voice crackling with excitement. “Now we enter Round Two, the final showdown! Both players will receive an infected system with a single corrupted file and a ticking destruction timer. The player who restores the file first wins. Ready, set… GO!” This time, there was no delay. I dived in immediately, scanning for the corrupted blocks. The system was a mess, intentionally layered with dummy data and reverse loops, designed to waste time. A nasty setup.

I lit it and took a puff at it. That was relieved. I walked towards my desk. I pulled up the chair and cracked my knuckles. I opened my laptop and turned it on. I waited a few minutes for it to load and the icons to display on the screen. I had my hand on the mouse and dragged the cursor. I tapped an icon and waited for it to open. The images were in four sections. The time was still running. Cupcake was still in the same position I had left her. I scanned through the options and tapped replay. The video rewound, taking me to the morning I had left her. I was watching the video but got distracted.

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."

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