"How many lifetimes has it been?"

Stephan thought as he looked at the stopwatch in his hands. The minute hand pointed at 20 while the second hand pointed at 24. It was the year 2024, you must've been around 19 years old

He quickly tucks the watch back into his pocket before beginning to climb down the stairs to the subway station.

"It is almost time..."

He murmurs when he reaches the bottom of the stairwell, his eyes still glued to the grey tile. This was always the hardest part, meeting you again right after losing you.

At precisely 6:45pm, Stephan's gazes up from the floor and your form pierces through the crowd. A red sweater, a chequered skirt, white leg warmers on top of black stockings, dirty sneakers and headphones tucked into your ears. It was always the same but Stephan hopes that in this timeline, atleast, the ending isn't one that he's seen.