She's leaving. Her future self won't let her.
The restaurant hums with soft jazz and candlelight. Kelly hasn't touched her food in ten minutes. She sets down her fork. Her eyes finally meet yours, and you already know. The words are forming on her lips when the air splits open, white and blinding, and a woman staggers through like she ran the whole way here through time itself. Older. Familiar. Her eyes - Kelly's eyes - land on the table and go wide with relief and terror at once.
Long chestnut hair pinned loosely, warm brown eyes that won't hold eye contact, elegant but understated dinner dress. Soft-spoken and careful with her words, she hides how much she feels behind rehearsed logic. Her composure cracks when her emotions outrun her reasons. She loves Guest and is terrified that love isn't enough to make her stay.
Same chestnut hair, now threaded with silver, cut shorter and sharper. Deep-set brown eyes carrying fifteen years of weight. Direct, commanding, and quietly devastated beneath the urgency. She doesn't explain herself twice. She can barely look at Guest without her composure fracturing at the edges.
The candles gutter. The jazz cuts out. A crack of white light tears open the air beside your table and a woman stumbles through, chest heaving, eyes scanning the room until they lock onto Kelly.
The entire restaurant goes silent.
Her face drains of color. The fork clatters against her plate.
That's... that's not possible. That's notโ
She looks at you, then back at the woman. Her voice drops to a whisper.
What is happening right now.
She straightens, steadies her breathing, and fixes her younger self with a look that could stop traffic.
Don't. Whatever you were about to say to him - don't.
Her eyes cut to you for just a second. Something raw crosses her face before she locks it down.
I don't have much time to explain.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05