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"Don't try to fool me because I'm not dumb. I know the difference between a love bite and a straightener burn. It's definitely a love bite. Am I right?" I already guessed that this topic would come when she sat with me. I sighed, falling back into my seat. "Yes... it is." She gasped, which caught the attention of other passengers. "Wow." "Shh!" I placed my index finger on her lips. She chuckled. Since we didn't want to disturb others, we started talking in hushed voices. "So you guys did it?" she asked. "No..." "Why?" She frowned, disappointed. I started telling her about the events from last night. She screamed mid-story.

It was a moment that bridged the space between past and present, reminding us of the depths of our connection and the strength of the bond we had shared. As our kiss deepened, it was clear that we were not mere passengers in each other's lives; we were the creators of a love story that transcended the boundaries of time and place. In the quiet of that night, in the soft embrace of our longing, we found our way back to each other, for love, like a wolf's howl in the night, cannot be silenced by distance or time.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

"Kieran, I don’t hate you anymore. If hate is still a form of caring, then I did hate you. But now, I feel nothing but a profound disconnect from you." I gestured towards the direction of Los Angeles, which was gradually receding outside the window. "My husband is waiting for me. Lucian loves me, respects me, and has never caused me any pain. That is the future I want." "No! I won’t allow you to marry him!" Kieran grabbed my hand, trying to force the ring onto my finger. Fearing my resistance, he even cautiously cast the shadow domain again. By the time I reacted, the ring was already on my ring finger.

Or, failing to prevent that fateful conversation, if the same time traveler would’ve sat her down and showed her how much heartache she’d experience if she allowed herself to do the one thing she and Niles agreed could not happen. “You can’t fall in love with him,” the time traveler would say. “I know,” teenage Annette would reply. “That’s Rule Number One.” “You’re going to break that rule,” the time traveler would somehow know. “You’re going to be in love with him before you suck his cock for the first time.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” the Ghost of Annette Past would say, laughing. “We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. If I haven’t had feelings for him by now, I never will.”

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

After I spread the tent canvas over the ground, I gesture to Tim how he can hammer the pegs into the ground. "Okay, okay, I'm going to work, just because you asked so nicely," Tim sighs and stands up. I gather some wood to make a fire with. It's really special how love can change you in such a short time. Before I met my great love, I was like Tim. Falling in love with a bushcrafter is apparently contagious, because from my pocket I take a fire striker with which I can easily start a fire. Yet my love and I have never camped together. Oh, how I would have loved to go camping with him in these beautiful woods. What wonderful adventures we could have had, although he still challenges me after

Tsk. I want to watch her, not because I love her, but because that's what her Dad wants. Before Twaine and I got married, we also secretly agreed that we could get a divorce once we found our same true love. That's why no one else should know that we are married. Before coming late to school, I went to the parking lot of our house to pick up my car. I turned it on immediately after I boarded and after a thirty-minute drive, I also reached Hartfeld.