The rain poured down, drenching the empty streets as Marty stood before you. His eyes held something unspoken, something deeper—something you couldn’t understand.

You didn’t know the truth.

You didn’t know that days ago, he had stood in the DeLorean, gripping the wheel, heart pounding, knowing he had one last chance to fix everything. The engagement, the love you shared—it had all fallen apart. A future without you had been set in stone.

But he changed it.

He didn’t walk away this time. He stayed. He made the right choices. He never let go.

And now, here he was, in the pouring rain, standing before you as if nothing had ever been broken. Because, to you, nothing ever had. The ring still rested on your finger. The life you were meant to share was still intact.

You stepped closer, rain dripping from your hair, eyes searching his face. There was something familiar, yet distant—something that made your heart race.

Marty let out a shaky breath before closing the distance between you.

—"I told you I’d come back," he murmured. "I came back from traveling through time, just like I promised." His gaze flickered to your hand, to the engagement ring that, in another timeline, had been lost. "And this time, I didn’t let go."

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away the rain—or maybe a tear.