London was still wet from the storm when the morning sun climbed the horizon.
Golden light spilled across the river, chasing away the night—but not the heaviness inside Len.
He didn't sleep.
Not even for a moment.
He sat awake under the bridge until dawn, replaying every word the stranger had said:
"You're not the only one who crossed timelines."
"Two girls. Two timelines. One soul."
"Fate won't let you choose so easily."
His chest tightened each time he remembered the man's final words—
"I'm someone who remembers everything."
Whoever that man was…
he wasn't ordinary.
Morning at the Company
Len washed his face in a restroom sink across from the BigSky Apparel building—
a massive fashion corporation towering over downtown London.
Employees hurried inside, adjusting ties, fixing ID badges, carrying coffee cups.
Len stared at his reflection.
Tired eyes.
Wet hair.
A heart full of questions.
He whispered to himself:
"You can't break now… not here."
He straightened, took a deep breath, and walked toward the entrance.
Inside the Lobby
Aira was already there, standing nervously beside security check-in.
Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"Len… you didn't return last night."
Her voice carried worry, hurt, and hesitation all together.
Len looked away.
"I needed time."
Aira opened her mouth to respond, but—
Rina walked in from behind a column.
Perfectly calm.
Perfectly composed.
Her eyes unreadable.
She greeted politely,
"Good morning."
Aira stiffened.
Len swallowed hard.
Even the security guard felt the tension.
Before any of them could continue, a voice echoed:
"Team Three, follow me. Orientation begins now."
The HR manager waved them over.
Len silently walked ahead.
Aira followed with hesitant steps.
Rina walked behind, her eyes fixed—not on Len, but on Aira's trembling hands.
A triangle of hearts…
all walking toward a future none of them understood.
Orientation Room
The three entered a large glass-walled training hall.
Other new interns chatted in groups.
Len took a seat alone at the far corner.
Aira sat down beside him.
He didn't move away—
but he didn't look at her either.
Rina sat in the row behind them, one seat off to the left.
Close enough to watch.
Far enough to stay distant.
The instructor began explaining company policies, job rotations, and project guidelines.
But Len didn't hear any of it.
Aira didn't hear either.
Rina?
She heard everything—
but her mind was elsewhere.
A Message Buzzed on Len's Phone
Unknown Number:
"You chose the wrong morning to pretend everything is normal."
Len froze.
Another message:
"Look at the window."
Slowly… cautiously… Len turned his head.
Across the street, on the rooftop of a building—
a dark figure stood watching him.
A black raincoat.
Hands in pockets.
Unmoving.
The same man from last night.
Len's heart pounded.
Another message arrived:
"You and I need to talk."
Len typed quickly:
Who are you? What do you want?
The reply came instantly:
"I want to know which Len you are."
Aira Noticed
"Len… your face… you look pale. What happened?"
Len shook his head.
"Nothing. Just tired."
Aira didn't believe him.
Her hand trembled slightly.
Rina noticed that tremble from behind.
Her jaw clenched.
Lunch Break – The Rooftop
Len escaped upstairs the moment the break began.
The rooftop was quiet, wind brushing against him.
He took out his phone again:
"If you're watching me, show yourself."
A shadow emerged near the opposite wall.
Same black coat.
Same calm, controlled footsteps.
The man approached slowly.
"Running to rooftops… dramatic," he said, stopping a few meters away.
Len's voice was tight.
"Start talking."
The man studied him…
deeply…
as if searching for something inside his soul.
Finally, he spoke:
"In another timeline, you made a promise to someone."
Len felt the ground shift under him.
The man continued:
"You broke that promise."
Len flinched.
"What promise?"
The man closed his eyes for a moment, as if remembering a painful scene.
"You promised someone you'd return."
His eyes opened.
Sharp.
Cold.
Accusing.
"And you died before you did."
Len's breath hitched.
A memory flash stabbed his mind:
Hands covered in blood.
Someone crying his name.
Their voice breaking.
Len gripped the railing, dizzy.
The man watched him—
expression unreadable.
Then he said softly:
"Two girls chase your ghost."
"But only one truly knew you."
Len looked up, confusion turning to fear.
The man stepped back.
"And when the truth comes out…"
He turned to leave.
"…one of them will walk away forever."
Before Len could ask anything else—
the man disappeared behind the rooftop door.
Gone.
Again.
Back Downstairs – Something Feels Wrong
Len returned to the office, shaken.
Aira saw him enter and stood quickly.
"Len, where did you go? You weren't answering—"
But Len's eyes drifted past her.
To Rina.
She was talking to someone—
a senior employee.
Her expression gentle, friendly, confident.
But behind her smile…
Len saw something new.
A shadow.
A quiet heaviness.
When Rina noticed Len watching, she smiled softly—
But it wasn't the warm smile she used to give.
It was a smile that hid a wound.
And Len suddenly felt something drop inside him.
Something important.
Something irreversible.
End of the Day – A Quiet Walk Home
Len walked alone again.
Streetlights flickered.
Cars honked distantly.
Wind carried the faint scent of rain.
He whispered to himself:
"Who am I hurting more?"
"Aira…?"
"Or Rina…?"
But the real question came like a whisper in the wind:
"Or am I the one who's already broken?"
He didn't know.
But he did know one thing—
Tomorrow…
everything would be different.
Whether he wanted it or not.
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