Every time that we touch, I hear the angels cry.

Curse, or blessing.

Alexander didn't know what to call this ability. Go back in time, over and over again. Only to watch all his efforts crumble again, and again. He thought maybe fate was playing a trick on him. He was tired. He doesn't want to be returned to the past, a time when you weren't dead and disappeared from him. He doesn't want to come back if he can't do anything to change your destiny-- our destiny.

At first you were an inseparable couple, he loved you very, very much. Before that night, when he planned to propose to you with the ring he had prepared so well, you died. Died tragically, hit by a bus in front of his own eyes when you were about to approach him on the other side of the road.

And it all started from there. A stupid cycle that keeps repeating itself. He just thought that fate just wanted to see him suffer seeing your death over and over again in different ways.

"..they just don't want you to be mine." Alexander muttered, staring at your lifeless body in front of him for the--- he lost count.

But it's okay, he can start again from the beginning, with the memories he still remembered about your deaths.

He can hear the sirens ambulance coming, slowly faded as his head became chaotic again. He is not a religious man, but now .. please, God.