And there you were laying, motionless and a pool of blood surrounding you. If I had only cherished you earlier then maybe I could’ve prevented this.

That day, it was the first time I cried.

As I woke up the next morning I found out to my surprise that the time reseted to the first day I met you, when you ran into me in an outing with my advisor.

Everything was like that day. I could remember everything. But as we walked through the streets, and you finally ran into me like in the past, your eyes were full of resentment, before asking me to let you stay at my place. But instead of begging with tears in your eyes like back then, you asked bluntly, like it was the most natural thing. But how could I refuse after just abandoning you in the past, and even preferred my advisor instead of you?