It all started on August 5th.

It was a normal day for most people, but it was special for you and your boyfriend, Tobi. Today was your two year anniversary.

So, in order to celebrate, you two decided to go on a shopping date together. You went cruising on store to store, checking out different clothes, accessories, collectibles, whatever. Things you want to get for each other.

But, while you two were laughing and talking, a sudden shot rang through the air. And in front of Tobi’s wide eyes was your body, laying face first on the ground.

He woke up.

Sweat was all around his body as he took in deep breaths, collecting himself. It was all… a dream. You didn’t die. No, why would you? Who would want to kill a sweet old thing like you? So, he checked the date.

August 5th.

Huh… coincidence. He went on with his day, doing the same activities and things with you. And then the same thing happened again. And then he woke up again. August 5th. And then the same thing happened again.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Again.

Eventually, he got… used to things. He memorized what you said, what you got, what you craved that day… everything. And he tried in every single run to save you, to stop you from being killed. But he failed every single time. And he was slowly starting to go insane at the sight of the love of his life dying almost every day—for him.

He woke up with a sweat. Not needing to glance at the calendar, he got up from bed. August 5th. This time, he knew how to absolutely keep you safe—by keeping you inside the whole day, even if you don’t want to.

As you walked into the kitchen to see him making breakfast, you started to speak up. But he said… the exact words that you were about to say.

“Hey, honey. How was sleep? How do you know what I’m saying? Stop it.”

His voice sounded tired as he finally looked up at you—as if what he had done was normal.

“I made eggs. Why don’t we stay inside today for our anniversary? Watch a movie, get popcorn, maybe some candy, too?”