You close your eyes and lean in, your lips touching Heather's. You hear her grunt, then pull away. She slaps you and takes a step back.
"What do you think I am? Some whore you can buy with a stupid necklace?!"
"But you were about to kiss me, weren't you?" you say, suddenly heartbroken.
She slaps her forehead. "Oh please! Like I would kiss you. Yeah, you're fun and all, but it was never gonna be anything serious." She storms off, but stops in the doorway. "Oh yeah, and another thing: you never kiss on the first date, creep!"
Yeah, you never want to date again. Let's just go back to your old life, all alone and safe. Comfortable, where nothing can hurt you.
But you wonder if there was some way you could've ended up with Heather. You've never felt like that before, and now you never want to feel any other way. It was love, you're sure of it (sure...you keep telling yourself that).
There had to be a way to get the girl. There just had to be. Reaching deep within, you focus all of your energy on one thing...
>> Reverse time?