At the end of the year, I really thought that life would be like this, working during the day and partying at night.
I never thought that one day, I would encounter an inexplicable reversal of time.
Overnight, I was 15 years old again, and met my first love on campus again. The boy was as perfect as before.
Since I already knew the tragic ending, why bother letting those past events happen again - since I'm not worthy of you, I can just avoid you, right?
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