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Hairi's finger hovered above her phone, mind a whirling storm of confusion and disbelief. Having sat in the library for a long while, her eyes lazily scanned over pages of the book yet blurred. Her heart had no time to still since the message had appeared on her screen. She felt as though time were pressing down on her just with the burden of importance of every second spent there, though unrevealed to her as to why.

This is a dream, she kept telling herself. This is a dream and any moment now, I'll wake up.

Nonetheless, the truth that her uncertainties were only open doors to the world of reality, grew more and more persistent in her if she took a dunk of that belief. The sound of background murmurs of students silently reading, the flutter of turning pages, and odors of coffee or old books–all strong realism come true, so clear, so as to make you realize that these are not just metaphors but real things. I was in high school again. I should not have been at this place.

Her heart beat when her phone buzzed again, the familiar notification flashing on the screen. She turned her head down, breath caught in her throat.

Unknown Sender:

Hairi.

My heart goes out to you. Yet you are granted a chance; a chance to turn fate around. But it's going to take some doing. You need to listen very carefully. Time is fragile; it is going to break, and it will be broken unless you do something right away. Do not waste time. You are in the past, and you alone can save yourself. You will find happiness if you do.

Every word seemed to press down on her chest like a stone. Time is fragile? A chance to alter her fate? Hairi was overwhelmed with thoughts. It could not be true, could it? How is it possible that I am in the past, where the moments that I thought would never come again would be the present?

Using shaky fingers, she grasped the phone and tried to get through the warning of the future she saw, face looming over the screen. Change my fate? What does that mean? What was I meant to wish for, someone with a future warning?

But before she could compose herself, Sehun's voice struck at her once again.

"Are you alright?" Although he sounded worried, there was a gentility to his voice. She squirmed under his intense gaze as the crease on his face deepened. "You haven't spoken in a while."

Hairi executed a quick move and stowed her phone deep inside her pocket, her chest tightening with trepidation. He didn't see it, did he? Sehun was seated directly in front of me. For a minute, he glanced away while he jotted something down in his notebook.

Focus, Hairi told herself, forcing out a tiny smile. She needed to disguise the fact that she was caught off guard by how disoriented she felt. Her mind was racing even more out of control.

Hairi's fingers rested on the edge of the desk, her phone vibrating softly in her pocket as if it was trying to get her attention. She was too scared to look at it again, too scared to read the message that seemed to haunt her every thought.

A chance to change her fate. That's what the message said.

But how could she change something that didn't make sense? Why was she here? Why was she back in high school, in this confusing time, with no clear explanation?

Her mind raced, pulling in every possibility, every question. Could I change my life? Could I fix my mistakes? But as the thought flashed through her mind, she quickly shook her head. No. It was ridiculous. This was just some bizarre dream, some strange version of reality that didn't matter. She'd wake up soon. She had to.

Then, almost as if fate was not letting her escape the warning, her phone went off again. Her heart missed a beat.

Unknown Sender:

Hairi, you have to believe me, time is delicate. If you do nothing this time round, your opportunity will be lost. It would be the second time and if it is utilized properly it will lead you towards your peace. Be careful, do not take it for granted and do not allow fear to dictate your actions.

The words danced around her head, coy in their meaning but insistent in their urgency. Don't let fear control you. Now it made sense. She couldn't escape this; she couldn't pretend this wasn't happening. There had to be a reason for the warning.

The thoughts coursed through Hairi's mind as her heart raced. What was she supposed to do? How could she repair the damage done? She had moved on from high school, from all those awkward years of teenagehood, and all the mistakes and missed opportunities. Here she was again, standing in the same spot. What was she supposed to be different?

"Hairi?"

His voice was soft and low. She looked up into his eyes. Again, she saw concern. She would have to look away. The message left her feeling as though it were a miasma crushing her, the warning clearly meant for her.

For a long moment, Sehun didn't say anything. His eyes studied her, his expression unreadable. Then, as if deciding that she had said enough, he simply nodded and returned to his notes. But Hairi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—like he was silently pushing her to say more, to share more.

Her thoughts drifted back to the message. Happiness. The idea lingered in her mind. It sounded so simple, so far away, yet it felt like it was within her grasp. She had the chance to be happy again, to do something differently. Could it really be that simple?

What would you change if you could?

The question reverberated in her mind, like an echo. What was it that she truly wanted from this second chance? Was it worth the risk? Was it worth her happiness?

A sudden noise from across the room broke her thoughts. A student had knocked over a stack of books, and a few others around her turned to look in curiosity. Hairi's mind snapped back to the present, her thoughts swirling once again. She was still sitting in the same library, still surrounded by the same people. But now, she knew something she didn't before.

I am here for a reason.

She didn't know what that reason was, but there was a purpose to this bizarre moment in time. She could feel it in her bones.

Sehun glanced up from his textbook again, his gaze briefly meeting hers. There was that same look of quiet concern in his eyes, and for a split second, she felt a pang of regret for the things left unsaid, for the moments they never shared back then.

The message from the unknown sender was still on her mind. She couldn't ignore it. She couldn't keep running from the possibility that this wasn't a dream, that this wasn't a mistake. Time had fragile threads, and they were waiting for her to untangle them.

With a deep breath, Hairi made a decision. She would take the chance, no matter how terrifying it felt. She would figure out what she needed to change. She would make it right.

And maybe—just maybe—she could find the happiness the message promised.