To Turn Back Time To The Good Old Days の小説・ストーリー

I never want to go back to that time. Ever.

We have a horrible history, and I badly wish I could fix it. "You know what, OJ? I'm sorry. I am so sorry for everything. If I could just turn back time---way back when we were still younger, I would like to see how we were today when I treated you better. Better and with the way I sincerely would want to. I know you can't hear me now, but I will still tell you these things because I want to practice them. Do you know why? It's because I will be saying them to you again when you will finally wake up and be better."

"So, I guess it's goodbye?" Dad called us while we were looking at the time machine in front of us. This is the time machine that he used to go here since we can't get the time machine back from the government and it'll take us years before we can even build one. He took care of this already and today is when we are supposed to leave. Today is when we're supposed to turn our back away from happiness and I guess, I'm ready for this.

The only sound in the kitchen was the faint hum of the refrigerator and the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall. Then, he suddenly said, "I miss those days," Ethan murmured, his voice laced with something raw… something painful. "I wish I could turn back the hands of time.", he said, his voice filled with regret. I froze. I didn't expect that. I lowered my gaze, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "Ethan…" I whispered, unsure of what to say.

We naturally got together, and he treated me attentively during our years together. This continued until Aurora's return. In my previous life, I refused to let go of our long-term relationship, which led me to fall deeper and deeper. Looking at the scene before me, I just wanted to get rid of Zac as soon as possible, so I simply said coldly, "No need, Zac."

The message still sat there, unread. Jenny wasn’t like this before. Not with me. A few days ago, things had been different. Now there was a huge distance I couldn’t quite place. My gaze returned to the phone. The cursor blinked steadily in the empty message box. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Slowly, I began to type. *I'd like to see you again.* The words stayed on the screen for several seconds before I deleted them. My jaw tightened slightly. I tried again. *Can we talk sometime?*

Feeding her with the pain and the future that she should accept and immediately before the hour ends. “You do know that no one can undo what had already happen. One can only travel back to time, but not the same one that they wanted to change due to a fatal or simple mistake.” “Why are you talking like I need to decode one hell of a difficult puzzle?” “Tsk! A puzzle? That’s interesting, but well shall we call it that?”

I wish this moment with her would not come to an end. If only I could turn back time, I will sit right here with her in 2003. ‘I wish to go back to 2003,’ I said. ‘I will look for you Irina, and make sure you’ll be mine, and I won’t ever return,’ I added. ‘I will stay with you in the past.’ ‘I would love to stay with you in 2003 too,’ she smiled.

If they were, I can’t even imagine what might have happened to them. An idea hits me. There’s no time to waste. “Rerun!” I scream. “Use your Power.” I point to the space the portal occupied just moments before. “There! Turn back time there!” Rerun’s eyes widen for a split second, but then he understands what I want. The familiar look of concentration tightens his features as he brings his Power to bear. I cross my fingers, hoping my idea is going to work. A moment later, the portal reappears.