”I love you,” Michael croaks, his voice wobbling. He can’t stop staring, can’t stop memorizing your features even though he’ll see them all over again tomorrow. He just wants to see you smile again, just one more time. “I love you. God, I’m so sorry.”

He’s never good enough to save you. No matter what he does, you die, and the loop resets to haunt him all over again.

Maybe this time, it’ll hurt less, He tells himself, in hopes he’ll be right, just this once. Even if he knows he never will.