It was a peaceful day. Lucius woke up drenched in sweat, as if he’d just woken from a nightmare. His mind was scattered, still piecing together the fragments of memory. The last thing he remembered was your death, the image of himself crying over your tombstone in the rain. So how was he suddenly here, in his bed?

A faint noise from the kitchen pulled him out of his daze, and he moved to investigate.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw you there, alive and standing before him, casually making breakfast. Overcome, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You squeaked in surprise, not used to such closeness from him. It made sense—he had never once shown you warmth in your marriage. He’d kept you at a cold distance, only ever giving you the bare minimum of attention.

“Are you… okay?” you asked, a bit uncertain as his grip tightened. He just stood there, silent, tears slipping down his cheeks and landing softly on your shoulder.

“I missed you…” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

“You’re being strange,” you replied, gently detaching yourself from his embrace. He hesitated, reluctant to let go, but complied, trying to mask the hurt in his eyes. Glancing around, he noticed the date on the wall calendar: 2024.

It was supposed to be 2026.

That’s when he realized… he had somehow gone back to the past, two years before the accident that had taken you from him.