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You are the sigh of time
My childhood sweetheart, once again, rejected the school queen with a cold face.
As he was about to take my hand to leave, a
man in a tailored suit suddenly rushed over
and landed two heavy punches on his face.
He grabbed my sweetheart’s collar, his eyes
red with fury, and yelled, “I’m you from when
you’re twenty–eight! I’ve come back to stop you from making the wrong decision!”
The man turned to me, his eyes dark.
After a long pause, he warned in a low voice,
“Stay away from eighteen-year–old me.”
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I didn’t listen at all.
My eyes were fixed on the injured Hunter
Blackwood.
I was frantically checking him for injuries,
trembling as I reached for my phone to call
- 911.
“Hunter!” The man’s grip tightened, his voice
full of frustration.
He stared at the queen bee’s retreating
figure. “Go after her! Tell her you like her!
Don’t let her be sad!”
Hunter frowned at his words.
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He seemed as disbelieving as I was about this
lunatic.
He subtly tugged at my wrist, signaling me
not to confront him head–on and to play it
cool.
I got the message.
Just as we were about to slip away, the man
chuckled softly.
He leaned lazily against the wall, lit a
cigarette, and said casually, “Hunter, if you
stubbornly choose Willow Smith again, ten
years from now, you’ll end up like me-
repeating the same boring routine day after
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