PRESENT DAY
“Chronos La Torre.”
Vida kept whispering non-stop as she stood in front of a high rise building with both feet firmly planted. Her neck extended high so her eyes could travel as far as they could letting her face be bathed by the rays of the sun.
Each whisper marked with a prayer that somewhere… out there… the man she was calling would be able to hear her.
Vida squinted upon looking at the top.
Instinctively she raised an arm to cover her eyes from the reflecting light emitted by the company name plastered on the upper side above the hundreds of tainted window panes. She noted how big his name was on the top… CHRONOS it said with big bold strong letters… and the fact that today’s Monday and that it was hot and humid that she needed to tie her long hair back neatly.
With nothing but a diary on hand kept near her chest, Vida relaxed her neck from prolonged extension, stayed where she was and patiently waited.
She didn’t care whether the people that came in and out the glass doors were looking at her in a weird way. What’s the use of caring anyway?
Since this morning everything was already weird for her.
The shock was still there… bone deep.
Imagine the horror of waking up not knowing the woman who stood in front of the mirror.
She debated with her reasoning that maybe… just maybe… that morning she was still dreaming.
That she’ll wake up any minute now and be laughing it all off.
Yesterday she was only 15.
A normal girl who attended high school with nothing in mind but ironing her uniform the next day… excited on the first day of classes using brand new pens and markers on notes and books. Just an A-list student who looks forward to a school year filled with academic challenges and achievement… aiming to join the committee and be nominated and win the highest position of the school’s council.
Yesterday she was only 15…
How did she end up waking up in an unknown place whereas she remembered sleeping on her bed in her comfy room last night? How did she end up looking like a full grown woman? How was it possible to have a reflection different from what she was used to... copying every movement… each flick of an eye… every expression undeniably in synced with her.
All the more the date was 2020… 10 years…
Bewildered… Scared… Confused… Dumb founded… there were no words to express what she was feeling… With 10 years robbed from her… And how absurd it was that her only refugee was a diary strategically found on her bedside… A diary that seemed to be purposely placed on her bedside since it was meant to be read.
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So this is LOVE! (ONGOING)
FanfictionHere's what I know: THIS IS SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE TO READ EVEN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO. Today just read and do nothing. Today, just stay put and just like any other day, don't find him.
