he one who remembered his coffee order, the one who saw the potential in him when no one else did. He was brilliant but scattered, and I was the quiet force that or

woke up one morning in a cold sweat, the same knowledge downloaded into our minds. Our lives,

ine. I was the tragic side character,

d for a woman na

n the air between us,

shaking as he pulled me into his arms. "It'

events laid out with chilling clarity. The novel said he would marry me, build a b

pered into his chest, wanting t

fight. The only person I love is you.

ut distance between us, to escape the pre-written tragedy

id, my voice thin. "Let's not see each o

e gripped my shoulde

dering. We are not surrendering, Sarah. We're going to get married. Righ

rce strong enough to defy a written destiny. Against my better judgment, against the cold dre

rried a w

rlwind of success and what felt like genuine happiness. We were partners in every sense of the word, our days filled with shared ambitions and our nights with what I believed was real a

vis applied fo

ty that seemed to draw people in. Mark hired her personally, citing her "raw talent." I felt

, however, had

only a few of us were still there. I was in my office next door when the alarm blared. My first thought was t

nguisher, trying to fight back the blaze enough to pull the main drive. A burning ceiling tile crashed down, and a sharp, searing pain s

ke and pain, I saw Mark

out, my voice

horror on his face, the recognition of my injury. But then h

near the stairwell, much f

teps echoing in the roaring chaos. He scooped Emily

Are yo

destiny, the one I had tried so hard to forget, crashed down on me with the weight of the collapsing ceiling. The pain in my