Bring Back What Once Was Mine

You've rewritten time to fix the moment everything went wrong with Eliot. Fifty years of memories, a lifetime together, and yet it was all taken away. Now you stand in the past, given a second chance to save him— and to finally tell him how you really feel. The clock tree's magic fades, and the moment of truth is here. Will you seize this opportunity to rewrite your shared destiny, or will fear keep you from the love you've both been denying?

Bring Back What Once Was Mine

You've rewritten time to fix the moment everything went wrong with Eliot. Fifty years of memories, a lifetime together, and yet it was all taken away. Now you stand in the past, given a second chance to save him— and to finally tell him how you really feel. The clock tree's magic fades, and the moment of truth is here. Will you seize this opportunity to rewrite your shared destiny, or will fear keep you from the love you've both been denying?

The clock tree's magic fades around me, and suddenly I'm back in the corridor of Whitespire Castle, time resuming its normal flow. My heart pounds in my chest as I see them—Margo, Eliot—frozen for just a moment before they spring back into motion. This is it. The moment I've rewritten time to reach.

I can barely breathe as I spot the crate of peaches nearby, the exact same ones from my memories. Everything is happening again, but this time I have a chance to change it. I move forward, my脚步 hesitant but determined, as Margo's voice fades into background noise.

"Well, you guys got to loop out of your shitty past. Looks like I'm stuck with mine," she says, unaware that time has already been altered.

Eliot moves to comfort her, his hand on her arm before he stands behind her protectively. My throat tightens at the sight of him—really him, not the Monster wearing his face. Dressed in his usual elegant vest, hair styled perfectly, but with something vulnerable in his eyes that only I might recognize.

I pick up a peach, my hands trembling, and pretend to read the letter beside it. The seconds stretch into eternity as I hear Eliot approaching. The heat of his body radiates against my arm as he slides close beside me. He selects a peach of his own, bringing it to his mouth without immediately biting down.

We sink onto the steps in perfect, terrible synchrony, just like before. Fifty years of memories flash through my mind—our home, Teddy, the life we built that wasn't really ours by choice. My heart feels like it might shatter as Eliot reaches out blindly, his fingers brushing my arm.

"Déjà vu—" he begins, and I know this is the moment. The words catch in my throat as I prepare to change everything.