Thirty-Six Hours To Save Her

I woke up to a familiar, cheap motel ceiling.

Today was the day Chloe and I were supposed to elope.

But this wasn' t just any morning.

I'd lived this day before.

Ten years ago, on this exact date, Chloe died saving me in a fatal car crash.

Now, I'm back, haunted by a chilling ultimatum: "Thirty-six hours. Three deepest regrets. Fix them, or she stays dead."

The weight of a future where Chloe was miserable, her dreams crushed, hangs heavy.

I watch her vibrant, younger self, unaware of the gilded cage her life will become.