Rules: Journey back Time (English)

Chapter Three: Destiny

Chapter Three: Destiny

"Remember if you stay longer than I allow you, you will die."

Today was the day that I had the opportunity to return to the past, I had the decision of whether or not I could fix every damage that I caused. I hope that wherever Demian is, he feels proud of me and for the decisions I'm making, I'm playing with fire with all this time, who knows if something happens to me, but in the end, it was my decision. The sound of falling drops echo in my empty room, a storm is about to come. I extinguished all the candles that I lit a moment ago to prepare to leave, I went to the drawer that I had kept from Demian where most of his work items were. I grabbed all the instant cameras that were in that box, I put them all in the backpack that I had on my back and I decided to go out to the street to go to the bar.

I needed to breathe fresh air and for my legs to walk for a while to clear my mind that has been deflowering me all this time, I felt the gazes of the people on me, looking at me sadly after my loss but they only look at me like that out of pity, To think that I left my entire career for now but, I will not give them the facility to sink. I have to be strong and I will return even more from the past.

I arrived at my destination, luckily Joshua had left me the key to enter and I was lucky to be able to pass at once, the door to the stairs to go up to the roof is in front of me and I do not think about it once to go up. as fast as possible. The cabin was still in the same place as yesterday, I am surprised that no one has noticed other than us or is it just special between him and me?

I entered the cabin and it began to move immediately. I was already used to the dizziness that this cabin causes me, the white light reflected in my vision leaves me puzzled for a few seconds until I see everything clearly and see where I was.

I'm back, I thought.

The place where I was was the Banpo Bridge, I remember this day specifically September 25, 2012, the day that Demian had started with photography again, where he began to experiment with new areas. He did not know the full story of why he had walked away from the agency, but he always felt uncomfortable recalling that memory. I started walking across the bridge, I felt tired. What would I have to start with first?

- Sorry. - A voice stopped my thoughts. - Her backpack is open and she will drop things. – A lady of legal age informs me that she is worried about dropping an instrument.

I thank you for your good intention and I continue on my way, I remember the day that I am but it did not happen. Why now I do not remember? Was this one of the downsides of going back to the past? The thoughts leave me looking towards the river so that a few seconds later a headache leaves me atom with the pain, each second increases and I make a shriek of such a feeling. The visions begin to project in front of my eyes and Layla is the first thing I observe, running towards the same bridge that I was going. Why was Layla here? I kept wondering, I looked for her all over the bridge until I remembered September 25 the day that Demian had started with photography again.

Demian must be here.

I ran to the bottom of the bridge where it ends and could see a clearer view of a river. Demian was taking photos of that landscape, I smiled. I remember those photos I still have in my living room together with other works of his. The delicacy of taking a single photo is impressive, as I was looking for the best angle to have the best perspective of the landscape. 

I walk slowly towards him as if a red thread is joining us.

You said you were fine, but I never understood that "I'm fine" meant the opposite, I left you when you needed me most, but I didn't understand what love was until you left me. Now I know what it means, that's why I suffer now. The times you told me that you loved me, I never thought that those words meant a lot to you, that's why I'd better keep those words to myself, I could never tell you that I loved you. Because saying that I love you now is not enough to recover you, no matter what I say, what I do, you will not return.

My feet are tired and scared, but I don't care, all the wounds I give you now it's my turn. If I cry now, maybe I can't see you, so I don't want to cry, even though I have a lot of tears.

I'm sorry for this Layla, I was running very happy across the bridge to Demian, among the objects that I have in my backpack is the cell phone which Joshua had given me for any emergency, I remember my number from several years ago and I knew the health of my mother in those times and I took advantage of that.

– Hi? – My past answers the call with concern after seeing the call from an unknown number.

– Miss Stone, we talked to you about At the Central Hospital where your mother is, we inform you that you had a small heart attack and we ask you to come as soon as possible. – I tried a more serious voice so that he would not recognize that we had the same tone. I could see the pain after receiving that news that even those emotions reached me, it was difficult for him to answer me and close the call.

I'm so sorry.

I made several mistakes, for those mistakes I am paying. My attitude had ruined everything, so I was left alone. When this rain falls over my head, I'm going to end up drenched and so is my heart.

Layla Stone rushes to Central Hospital after receiving my news and leaves the bridge clear, where the atmosphere also felt heavy. I started walking towards Damian where he was ready to leave but stopped him in time.

– Are you Damian Wright, the famous portrait photographer? – I ask him with emotion, I want him to understand how important his works from before are.