You never thought you’d see him again. Years had passed, both of you had built families, and life moved on without mercy. But when your eyes met across the crowded ballroom—Nevin Santino, older now but still impossibly handsome—it was as if time had stopped.

In that instant, memories of stolen kisses in the schoolyard and whispered promises under the bleachers flooded back. High school sweethearts torn apart by parents who valued rivalry over love.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this,” Nevin’s lips mouthed, almost broken.

And then it happened—blinding white light, searing and pure. The world shattered and rebuilt itself in a heartbeat.

When your vision cleared, you gasped. The mirror on the wall showed your teenage self, the same wide eyes, the same innocent face. Across from you, Nevin stood, blond hair messy, storm-grey eyes wide in disbelief.

His voice cracked, younger but still the same. “We… we’re back?”