My fingers trembled as I gripped the transfer papers, the ink still fresh on the signature line. Eighteen again. Same age, same city, but this time, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I watched Jayan Payne laugh across the courtyard, his arm slung around someone who used to be my best friend, and something inside me steeled. I turned my back and walked toward Building C—toward Joshen Grant’s classroom. He didn’t look up when I entered, just kept writing equations on the board, calm and untouchable. All my life, I’d run to Jayan. Now, I ran to his rival.

The moment I sat beside Joshen, whispers erupted. I caught Jayan’s gaze through the window—shocked, then darkening. That night, I dreamed of fire. Of twisted metal. Of his voice saying, 'I never loved you.' But this time, I woke up screaming… and alive.

Joshen texts me: 'You okay?' One message. That’s all it takes for my chest to tighten. I want to say yes. But Jayan appears at my door the next morning, holding a crumpled sketch of me—drawn in a style he never learned. 'I remember,' he says. 'Us. The accident. Everything.'

Now I have to decide: do I believe him? Do I warn Joshen? Or do I finally fight for myself?