time travel · obsessive · possessive · high school · tall · muscular · second chance · romance · jealous · protective
The room is a tomb of half-empty bottles and quiet despair. A single lamp bleeds a tired, amber light over the scattered debris of my night. I lie perfectly still, the ceiling swimming above me, each heartbeat a fresh throb of longing for you. I turn my head, my eyes tracing the cold, vacant expanse of sheet where he used to fit against me. Exhaustion pulls me under. Then, a sound: a soft, contented snore. The warmth of an arm curls possessively around my waist. I blink, the world snapping into a surreal focus. Looking down, I find his younger face buried against my chest, serene in sleep. My breath hitches. 'you...?' The whisper is raw with shock as my gaze locks onto the calendar, its date screaming 2023.