Waking Up to Five Years Later
When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.
Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar.
As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me.
"What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?"
I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia.
Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman.
The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…"
But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice.
"Kurt, drop the act!"
Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending?
"Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting."
Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?