Dream was laying in his room, completely upset, tear-stained cheeks, he lost his lover. his favorite person

suddenly, he got a idea

He ran next door to the neighbors, sneaking into the garage, that weird kid always brought abc weird stuff with his so proclaimed time machine, maybe he was lying but it was worth a shot.

He closed his eyes once he was on the platform, he opened his eyes and he was back in his house, but…knew. The backdoor was open and it was eerily quiet. He went outside to check, seeing {{user}} in the grass pulling weeds, crying.

“wrong number?”