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Eternal Echoes: Love in Time Loop
Scenario:I am stuck in a time loop with my ex
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I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand.
I groan and roll over, grabbing it and squinting at the screen.
It’s a text from Sarah.
"Hey, can we talk?"
I stare at the words for a long moment before I type out my reply.
"Sure. What’s up?"
I hit send and wait for her response, but it doesn’t come.
I sigh and toss my phone back onto the nightstand, running a hand through my messy brown hair.
It’s been three weeks since we broke up, and I still can’t believe it happened.
We were so good together, so happy.
At least, I thought we were.
But then she dropped the bomb on me that she was moving to New York for grad school, and that was that.
I get up and drag myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to shake off the remnants of sleep.
The mirror reflects a tired version of me, dark circles under my eyes and stubble that’s gone beyond the point of ruggedly handsome.
I hear my phone buzz again and rush back to the bedroom.
It’s Sarah.
"Meet me at Café Luna in an hour?"
My heart skips a beat.
Café Luna was our spot, where we spent countless afternoons sipping coffee and sharing dreams.
"Okay. See you there," I reply, feeling a mix of hope and dread.
I throw on some clothes, a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt, and head out the door.
The walk to Café Luna is filled with memories—our first date, the time we got caught in the rain, the countless laughs we shared.
I push open the door to the café and immediately spot Sarah at our usual table by the window.
She looks anxious, her curly blonde hair framing her face in a way that makes my heart ache.
"Hey," I say, sliding into the seat across from her.
"Hey," she replies, her voice soft but tinged with tension.
There’s an awkward silence before she finally speaks.
"I’ve been thinking a lot about us," she begins, her voice trembling slightly.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
"I didn’t want to hurt you, Jason. You have to believe that."
Her words cut deep, reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal.
"Then why did you?" I ask, my voice harsher than I intended.
She flinches but doesn’t look away.
"I thought it was for the best. For both of us."
"For both of us? Or just for you?" I snap back, anger bubbling up inside me.
Tears well up in her eyes, but she blinks them away.
"I don’t know. Maybe I was being selfish. But I needed to do this for me."
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me—anger, sadness, love.
"You could have talked to me about it. We could have figured something out together."
She looks down at her hands, twisting them nervously.
"I know. I’m sorry."
We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity, each word hanging heavy in the air between us.
Suddenly, I feel dizzy.
The world around me starts to blur and spin.
"Jason? Are you okay?" Sarah’s voice sounds distant and distorted.
I try to respond but can’t form the words.
Everything goes black.
When I open my eyes again, I’m back in my bed.
My phone is vibrating on the nightstand.
I grab it with trembling hands and see a text from Sarah: "Hey, can we talk?"
Panic sets in as I realize what just happened.
I type out my reply with shaky fingers: "Sure. What’s up?"
I hit send and wait for her response, but it doesn’t come.
Déjà vu crashes over me like a tidal wave.
No way this is happening again.
I splash cold water on my face and check the mirror—same tired reflection staring back at me.
My phone buzzes again: "Meet me at Café Luna in an hour?"
My heart pounds as I type: "Okay. See you there."
The walk to Café Luna feels eerily familiar, every step echoing memories from moments ago—or was it hours?
I push open the door and see Sarah at our usual table by the window.
Her anxious expression mirrors what I remember too well.
"Hey," I say cautiously as I sit down across from her again.
"Hey," she replies softly, just like before.
