“tyler, don’t fucking do this to me…” you muttered under your breath, tears streaming down your cheeks within seconds. you tried to grab tyler, you really did. you weren’t fast enough.

“tyler!!!” the piercing shouts and screams didn’t change anything, they remained useless against the situation as your fist clenched. you hated it, this stupid phantom dimension. if you guys never went to that tour on the savannah trip, your boyfriend wouldn’t have fallen through the door as ashlynn swerved from the monster on your trail.

your eyes grew blurry as tyler’s figure fell, and as if it was a slow motion scene in an action film, his figure shrunk down the edge.

this phantom dimension was real, it shouldn’t have been. so why couldn’t time traveling be real too? it would make you feel better if it was. at least you could change something. but you were powerless. nothing could save tyler from it. you felt horrible especially, with your boyfriend’s sister, and your best friend, sitting right next to you.