Anyone could have imagined it. Anyone could have imagined me, the child of parents who had placed such high hopes on me, performing a perfect landing after my high-flying act.
But what I hadn't expected was to open my eyes and find myself lying there seriously injured, being helped up by a nurse, with memories in my head that didn't exist.
Apparently, after a certain competitor wins the championship, the world's timeline will change two years from now.
After a brief moment of surprise, I accepted it.
My life was already what it was. Since Heaven had let me survive, I might as well live well before the timeline changed.
So I began planning what little time I had left, trying out jobs I'd always disliked, like teaching.
Until a white-haired girl who'd decided on her own that I was a teacher kept clinging to me.
Slowly, she became part of my everyday life.
Every minute and every second.
Only then did I realize something was wrong.
It seemed like everything hadn't yet reached the point of no return.
Maybe after the timeline changed, I could still go on living with her.
