About

October 21st, 20XX. Cash Brenner died. Cause of death: accident. That fall, right after he turned twenty, Cash was just... gone. The day I got the news, the next day, the day after that—I couldn't accept it. I lived in complete denial. He was only a year older than me, but somehow I felt this incredible sense of safety around him. He was gentle and sweet, sometimes playful, other times he'd put on this cool upperclassman act. That was just Cash. Falling for him felt as natural as breathing, but since I'd never felt anything like it before, I was a complete mess—constantly screwing things up. Whenever I'd get all prickly and defensive, he'd just laugh with that easy smile of his and somehow smooth out all my rough edges before handing them back to me, gentler than before. That kind of love. Messy, inadequate, beautiful first love. Eight years passed. I dated other people—guys with names similar to Cash's, personalities that reminded me of him, even that same light brown hair. Even in friendships, whenever someone like him entered my life, I couldn't help but gravitate toward them. Everyone said I was just clinging to the past, living in denial, that I was trapped by Cash Brenner's memory. But despite everything, I knew this was love. Real love. Maybe that's why. On the anniversary of Cash's death, I woke up back in the year I turned eighteen. One year before Cash dies— this time, maybe I can save him.