Time….is only an illusion. We usually think of time as if it has three parts – Past, Present, Future. The past is only a collection of memories. We can’t experience the past, we can only remember it. And we can only remember it in the present. We cannot undo the mistakes that we’ve done in the past but what if…a miracle happens and you’re able to change the mistakes of your past? How would you react?I honestly don’t know how I would react to such a thing because I never believed in time traveling. But…right now…I’m in the situation I never thought I would see myself in..
Right now I have the Death in front of me as I am supposed to be dead because of the car that just hit me but why am I still alive? I look around and everything is standing still as if time has stopped. Even the birds that were flying just a moment ago are now hanging still in the sky as some weird flying statues. I look in front of me and there is a man in his mid-twenties that is wearing all jet-black. He introduced himself to me as “The Death” while kneeling in front of me. I keep staring at him for a few minutes, still being surprised of the things that’s been happening and then his gentle voice makes my skin shiver. “Do you..want another chance to repair your mistakes?” He says as he takes out a small window ,with a strange light coming from it, from his pocket. “This..is a mirror that can give you the ability to go into the past but YOU MUST NOT use it to change other people’s fate. You look like my little sister so I took pity for you…Take care my child..And remember..If you use it to change someone else’s fate then the mirror will break and your soul will vanish”. After that I feel a cold breeze and when I open my eyes I’m in a hospital. My parents are crying next to my bed and when they see that I woke up their face changes into a rather surprised happy face which is more visible on my mom who looks like she’s about to jump on me to give me a hug. Of course, the doctors wouldn’t allow that. After talking with them for a while, I close my eyes to rest until I’m able to get out of the hospital. As I lay down, I feel a cold breeze around me and someone whispers in my ear. “Don’t take that call!”
But what call?
End of Part 1.