I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes after closing the last story, letting the frustration fade out of me slowly.
The room was quiet again.
Chloe was still out.
No messages. No noise. Just me and my thoughts—dangerous combination lately.
I rolled onto my side and unlocked my phone again, scrolling absentmindedly through the app.
If romance stories were going to annoy me today, I needed something different.
Something distracting.
Something less… emotional.
My thumb paused on a title I hadn’t noticed before.
“Rewinded Life: I Woke Up in the Past.”
I blinked.
Transmigration.
Time travel.
Second chances.
I hesitated for a second, then tapped it.
I used to think about this kind of thing a lot when I was younger.
What if I could go back?
Fix things.
Say the right words.
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