Chapter 1

"Chloe it's been 16 years already! Until now you still can't move on? Come on?" Meya's response, one of her best friends.

"Meya this is the last, I swear! Tomorrow I'll really fix

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my life" Chloe was drunk and her smooth and porcelain-like cheeks were already red.

“ You know, your words are already scratching, I swear! I swear that's it!" At once she took the wine Chloe was drinking and placed it next to the table.

Chloe immediately reached for the glass but she tapped her.

"Let's go home, you're drunk Chloe! You need to fix your life, how can you get Gian and Stefi's custody if you’re like that!"

You have to make yourself worthy of the two, you can't let yourself find by the other party here in a club, wasted!

"You know that I'm a good mother Meya! You know that" Chloe said emphatically while crying.

Meya hugged Chloe.

"I know, they are both the reason why you are strong! I know I am a witness to what you have gone through and are going through; I just want you to get through this battle! I want you to finally let go of everything, please Chloe!" He even hugged it tightly.

Of all Chloe's many friends, Meya was the only one she could run and lean on.

Since the disappearance of her ex-boyfriend Ryan, it seems that everything about her has also disappeared. She lost the strength to fight; the twinkles and radiance of her eyes were gradually replaced by resentment and sadness.

Every day, she remembers their happy reunions. If there is something called "Destiny" they are probably a good example but destiny also cut off their happy relationship.

They have been lovers for 12 years.

They were high school sweethearts; they started with simple fights until they didn't realize that they were gradually getting along well.

Their day is not complete without one of them.

It was a long time before Ryan had the courage to court Chloe, since they were used to always fighting, he didn't know how to persuade her.

During the JS Prom when someone invited Chloe to be his date, Ryan heard their conversation, he couldn't help himself and he suddenly grabbed Chloe's hand and said the words at the same time...

"Chloe is my date!" Ryan replied then.

Chloe was shocked and laughed at Ryan's sudden response. He didn't remove Ryan's grip on his hands.

Chloe has also wanted Ryan for a long time, they both have secret feelings for each other, but are afraid to admit because they might not work out either but that day, he finally expressed his feeling.

Their love story is like a roller coaster ride. They are the epitome of what real love is.

At the same university they studied together, they were the perfect team and couple during their days, they got their own job after they graduated and started to build their life for their future but not until one tragic night.

Ryan saved an old lady from an incident.

Instead of her, she was shot. And he died.

Since that day, Chloe has never been the same. She lost him as if she lost herself too.

After almost 16 years, she tried so hard to let go and continue her life but not everything was easy.

And tonight, as she lay down in her bed alone, drunk and miserable, she thinks of him again.

She falls asleep and dream of him, he was there with her when suddenly a strike of lightning hit her, she felt like falling from a high building, she tried to scream but she has no voice.

"What is happening?"

In an instant, she was back.

She was back in 1992.

Early in the morning.

"Shit! My headache, I drank too much again"

I can't open my eyes, I'm too lazy to get up but I have an important appointment today.

I tried to reach for my cellphone on the bedside table, then I freeze.

"huh?" I fainted and my whole spirit seemed to wake up.

"Beeper?"

I looked around. What's happening! Why am I here in my old room? I looked at the pictures that to my knowledge I had hidden already.

I immediately ran out, as I was nervous my knees weakened even more.

"dad?"

"Oh you're awake, have breakfast and you'll be late for class"

Suddenly my tears flowed as if I couldn’t stop them but I wipe them out as soon as he turns to me.

"Are you okay? You look like you have a hangover, admit it to me? Are you drinking already!"

"Huh yes, no no, it's just a headache, dad? What date is it now?"

"February 29, why?"

"How about the year dad?"

"Hey, Chloe? What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just tell me" his forehead furrowed.

"It is 1992 Chloe, now get yourself ready or you will be late!"

When my father said the year 1992, my knees gave way. I fell to my feet and my dad suddenly panicked.

"Chloe! hey? Are you okay?" He was deeply worried.

What happened? Am I dead? Why am I here? Why did I go back to this time?

I slapped my cheek, no way! I am not dreaming!

"Chloe! what is happening to you!" I was taken aback by dad’s cries.

I hugged him tightly.

After a few minutes, I calm down. I still can't believe all of this but I have to play along.

I have this feeling of excitement knowing that I will see him again but with a pinch in my heart, I miss my children. At this time, I would have taken care of them when they entered the school. I miss hugging the two, I haven't been with them for a week because they've been at their father's house for a stay ever since we decided to separate. It was a mutual decision, our decision-making about our separation except for custody was not chaotic.

I gasped for air once again.