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### THE BOY FROM TOMORROW You believed three things about life: the past couldn't be changed, the future couldn't be predicted, and strangers couldn't know your name without meeting you. You were wrong about all three. One rainy Thursday evening, you were walking home when you noticed a boy standing beneath the old clock tower. He had messy black hair, dark eyes, and a silver pocket watch in his hand. The moment he saw you, he whispered your name. "Do I know you?" you asked. He stared at you with an expression you couldn't understand. "I'm from ten years in the future," he said. You laughed, assuming it was a joke. But then he said something that made your smile disappear. "I've missed you." Before you could question him, the clock struck seven. His pocket watch began to glow, the rain froze in midair, and the world went dark. When you opened your eyes, the boy was gone. Beside you lay his silver pocket watch. Inside it was an inscription: "For the girl who gave me tomorrow." You had no idea what it meant. But the date engraved beneath it was ten years in the future. And somehow, you knew this was only the beginning. By Monday morning, you had almost convinced yourself that the mysterious boy had been a dream. Then your teacher walked into the classroom. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us today. Please welcome him." The door opened. And there he was. The boy from the clock tower. "My name is Noah Bennett," he introduced himself. When his eyes met yours, he smiled as if seeing an old friend. Your teacher pointed to the empty seat beside you. "Noah, you can sit there." He dropped into the chair and whispered, "Hello again." You stared at him. "What are you doing here?" "Going to school." "Stop being clever. Why are you here?" His smile faded slightly. "Because ten years from now, you and I are going to know each other very well." You narrowed your eyes. "You're delusional." "Maybe." "And I don't even know you." For a moment, something sad flickered across his face. "Not yet," he murmured. At lunchtime, you cornered him in the courtyard. "Tell me the truth. Who are you?" He took a small silver pocket watch from his pocket. "I'm from October 2036. I came back because I made a promise." "To whom?" His eyes met yours. "To you." You stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or walk away. "Why should I believe you?" "You shouldn't," he replied quietly. "Not yet." "Then why should I listen to you?" He hesitated before answering. "Because something happens in my future, and I think I can prevent it." "What happens?" "I can't tell you everything. Not yet." You shook your head. "You're asking me to trust a stranger who claims to be from the future." "I know how ridiculous it sounds." "That's an understatement." He almost smiled, but his expression quickly became serious. "You don't have to trust me. Just give me a chance to explain." You turned to leave. Then he spoke again. "Please. This time, I want to get it right." You stopped. This time? You glanced back at him, but Noah had already looked away. You didn't know who he was, what he wanted, or why he looked at you as though he'd already lost you once. But one thing was certain. Your ordinary life was over. And the boy from tomorrow had just become part of it.