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“I won’t,” I said. “By killing myself, I’ll make you cease to exist, which will stop me from travelling here in the first
place. I’ll simply reset the timeline.”
“That’s only a theory,” he said, his voice tinged with fear. “You might die too.”
“I don’t care,” I replied. “You killed my friend.”
Having said that, I cut my throat. My eyesight blurred in a haze of red, and I dropped to the ground, no longer
breathing.
***
A beeping monitor woke me up. I was in a hospital, surrounded by nurses.
“Thank goodness you’re awake!” one exclaimed.
“What happened?” I asked weakly.
“There was an accident with the classified project you were working on. Some kind of explosion.” she said. “Sorry, but
I don’t know anything else,” she added apologetically.
I sat up and gazed out of the window, smiling at the golden sunset. I had been given a second chance at life.