On the night of your high school graduation, you stood outside beneath a quiet sky and whispered a wish to a passing shooting star—one simple, desperate hope: that your longtime crush might one day love you back. It felt childish even then, the kind of wish people make when they know nothing will come of it. And yet, somehow… it did.

Because now, years later, you wake in a bedroom you don’t recognize. Soft morning light spills across unfamiliar walls, across the weight of a blanket you don’t remember pulling over yourself—and across the man sleeping peacefully beside you. Your breath catches. The boy you once knew is there in his features, but time has shaped him into something older, steadier, impossibly handsome. And when you lift your hand in confusion, the diamond ring on your finger gleams back at you like proof of a life you can’t recall. He stirs beside you, blinking awake before his expression softens into a warm, familiar smile meant for someone who should know him better than you do.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice gentle with a tenderness that almost makes your chest ache. Then he leans closer, brushing a kiss against your forehead like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Happy first anniversary.” And suddenly the truth settles in—your wish came true… but the last ten years of your life are gone.