THE END

I went home. Why does all of a sudden I felt a great abyss in this house? It felt like no one ever lived here. It felt like we never lived here. Lacey, she would be sad to see the house dark, I switched on the light and as I did, the light bulb ignited. The house is bright with the chandeliers but why do I feel like darkness have swallowed me?

"Why do you have to leave me, You promised to grow old with me! Why do you have to go?! Why!? You promised!" I cried, I think it's the longest cry I've ever had. I feel empty. I feel numb. The pain is digging deep in my soul "Lacey" I sobbed. My mind was still burning with incredulity when I felt something churn inside me, I stopped dead post, I remember this feeling.

My eyes started to feel weary, this can't be happening!, I stood due to the reaction I was feeling, I swirled gently in the air, then almost abruptly, it turned faster, and before I could realized what is really happening, I fade away.

I was in a playground, something tells me, I've been here a long time ago, and a sudden familiar feeling crept inside me. Of course the place is familiar, it was once my home village. My mom and I used to live here, though years have passed but I could still remember this place, the place where I learned that I can time travel. The place was quiet, it seemed like it's past two o'clock, since the sun was still high, the people must be taking their siesta.

Then abruptly the peacefulness of the place was broken by a speedy car. It was a red pickup Chevrolet. I looked as it came my way, the vehicle was unusually wet. As the Pickup passed, unintentionally my eyes darted at the back of the vehicle, a sudden memory flashed in me, the man in the street once told me the plate number of the car, and shock was an understatement, it was the same plate number with that pick up.

An immediate outrage burned inside me, I followed the car with fury, but it was too late for me to fathom, where I get myself into.

The car slowed down it stopped in one of the houses. A teenage boy went out of the vehicle and scurried inside, he left the door open. My feet slowly felt heavy, but I manage to get in, and when I was there, I have noticed familiar things. Then I saw photos, it was an appalling realization that I almost kicked myself out. This house, It was my house.

And as I tried to digest everything, I heard the boy crying, and a familiar soothing voice comforting him, I felt an urge to weep. Mom. I heed for the kitchen and in the distance I saw the boy crying continuously, while the woman hugged her. I hide behind the door and peek.

"Mom, I didn't mean it, It was an accident, I was so scared I ran, Mom what will I do!?" the boy kept crying. The mother didn't reply but she hug him, and with comforting words she told him "It's all right dear, I'm here now" My heart sank. It was the same lines my Mom once told me. She never asked what have I done until that evening, she just comforted me at that time, letting me cry. I quietly walked out, so outlandish to the whole realization. The boy... was me. And I... I was the one who killed Lacey! My Lacey. "I'm sorry baby"

My eyes are fuzzy with tears, I walked like a living dead. I do not even know where to go, All I know is that it was me who killed Lacey. Why is faith playing me? Why does it ever need to happen? How can I live my life without her? I can't.

The last thing I knew a loud honking filled my ears slowly but as abruptly as I realized it coming, and when I turned to see what it is, it was too late. I felt something hit me, and I was thrown away, I felt a throbbing pain in my head and in my chest. I know some time by now, I will see Lacey "Baby, now we're going to be together, and that's a promise" I felt the sun fading... and my eyes slowly closing.

The last tear streamed like a morning's due in a daylight.

THE END

(Or so we thought)