Lilianne panicked when the man beside him started to move. She doesn't know what to do.

The man, still with his eyes closed, tries to reach her with his hands. She immediately gets away from his touch, making her fall off the bed.

A loud thud made the man arouse from his sleep. "Hon," he called "What happened?"

"Excuse me?" Lilianne asked in surprised as she is now getting up on her feet

"You fell." the man said as he yawns and rubs his eyes

"Yeah, but what are you calling me again?" she asked

"Hon?" he repeated with confusion

"Why?" Lilianne, also confused about the situation

"Huh?" he sits in the bed while Lilianne is standing a few feet away from him "What do you mean why? That's our call sign."

"What? Why?" confusion is all over Lilianne's face "And why are you sleeping next to me?"

"Uh? I live here. We live here. This is our bed. We sleep here. Where should I sleep? Are you okay?"

"What? No, you don't!"

"Yes, I do! Okay, seriously. What's wrong with you? Did you hit your head so bad when you fell that you forgot things?"

"Uhm, I guess? Who are you again?'

"No, I'm just joking. Please, it's so early in the morning for your pranks. Can we at least have breakfast first?"

"I'm not joking. Who are you and why are you here?"

"Are you really serious right now?"

"Do you want me to repeat what I said? Answer my question before I call the police."

"Okay, chill. Jeez, Lilianne! What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you really remember me?"

"You are in my twitter bio and header. Are we a thing? Are you Claude from highschool? I don't understand. Tell me everything."

"Okay, I'm concerned now. You really forgot me? Yes, we've been dating since college and we started living together after college. And yes, I'm Claude Hudson. We've been friends since 10th grade."

"We've been friends since 10th grade?"

"Yeah. Do you still remember the day you and Tristan saved me from the bullies at the bus stop? After that we just all started hanging around. Do you remember them? Tristan and Winona?"

"Wait, we saved you at the bus stop? That happened?"

"Yeah, apparently."

That happened? Lilianne repeated in her mind. Doesn't that happen in her dreams too? "So, it's not a dream?"

"What dream?"

Did she actually time travel to the past and now she changed the future? She walks around her room—or their room because apparently she is in a relationship with her former classmate she barely knows and has been claiming to be her boyfriend since college. This can't be happening. Maybe this is just another dream.

"Okay, this looks something serious." Claude spoke after Lilianne's silence and pacing around "I don't understand how you suddenly lost your memories but I think we should go to hospital. We could be absent from work now."

"What's our job?"

"We're teachers."

"Thank God, I'm still a teacher."

"Still? What do you mean? It's your dream job, by the way, in case you also forgot."

"Yeah, it is. I know."

"We took education together in college."

"Yeah, and what about Tristan? He took education too, right?"

"Oh, no. So, you remember them. But yeah, he and Winona took nursing in college."

"That's impossible! Only Winona took that."

"What? No, what are you saying? We drifted apart in college because we took different courses. That's also the reason why you two broke up and they started dating and we started dating and voila."

"Wait, we broke up? Who broke up?"

"You and Tristan, you also forgot that?"

"We were a thing?"

"Remember the time you two both confessed in 10th grade? It's an activity where you two exchanged love letters. That's also the day we became friends."

"That really happened? I don't understand. So we broke up, then we are no longer friends with him and Winona?"

"Yup. Okay, hold on. Let me just fix myself and I'll be the one making breakfast today. Just relax and we'll go to the hospital to get you checked after this, okay? Fix yourself too." Claude said as he left the room

Lilianne is pacing back and forth around the room with her mind filled with thoughts. She accidentally travelled to the past and now she changed the present. This can't be happening! Why did this happen in the first place?

Oh, wait. She remembers she tweeted something about going back to the past then when she opened her eyes, she's back on the same date ten years ago. She didn't realize tweeting a wish would come true. She will be now careful on what she wishes for in the future.

She continues pacing around the room. Claude is still not outside the room which is giving her comfort.

She keeps on thinking. What else? What else could be the reason why she time traveled? It might work again.

Then she remembers about the poem. How could she forget that! Maybe burning it could bring her back to the past again.

She looked where she hid her box full of unsent poems to Tristan.

There it is! But something's different. She mostly writes poems about unrequited love and regret but now the poems inside the box have different themes. There are still poems about regret but mostly are about being in love, being heart broken, and being in a relationship she doesn't like.

It kinda makes sense now. She changed the future. She and Tristan were in a relationship. That's why there are poems about being in love, heart broken because they broke up... and a relationship she doesn't like? Is this because she is dating Claude? Did she just use Claude as a rebound? She suddenly felt bad about it. What is wrong with me? That is not fair!

She needed to go back to the past and fix the mess she had made. But one thing is missing, the first poem she writes to Tristan is not here. Maybe because she already gave it to Tristan before.

Think, think, think. The reason she traveled back to the past is because she burned the said poem and she went back right on the day she wrote the poem. Maybe if she burns another poem, it will also bring her back to the day she wrote the specific poem.

She searched for an old poem. The oldest she found is dated February 08, 2012. Hope this works.

She sneaks out of the room. Looks like Claude is in the bathroom. She went to the kitchen and burned the poem on the stove.