This Was Her Time

True to her word, Sakura stayed after college to help Jules. The entire time, her phone buzzed with texts and calls she was too distracted to answer. She had texted and called Mia multiple times while tutoring Jules, but there was no reply. Sakura tried to shake off the gnawing feeling that something was wrong. She would ask Mia about it tomorrow, though she wasn't sure why it felt like the wrong idea. The worry just wouldn't leave her.

When the study session with Jules finally ended, Sakura packed up her things, drove home, and greeted her father, who was already home. She changed into her pajamas and sat down at her desk. Her mind raced as she wrote down everything she could remember about the past nine years. The details were hazy, the timeline blurred by the rush of memories, but it was something. It was a start.

The next morning, Sakura woke up feeling strangely disoriented. Nineteen again. The shock hadn't worn off yet, but as she sat up in bed and glanced at the mirror, something shifted. The sight of her untamed hair and bare face brought back a flood of memories—both bittersweet and painful. She remembered how, in the past, she would braid her hair to the side, so it wouldn't distract her at university. It was a small, comforting routine that had always made her feel put together—something she had done throughout her years at college.

She reached for her makeup bag and, for the first time in what felt like ages, began applying her usual routine—just eyeliner, a little blush, and lipstick. Simple, but enough to make her feel like herself again.

For so long, after Mia and Haru started dating, Sakura had stopped caring about how she looked. Her appearance had become an afterthought. She had let her hair fall messily, abandoned makeup, and forgotten how it felt to look in the mirror and feel happy with what she saw. It wasn't that she didn't care—it was that life had worn her down until she felt like a shadow of herself.

But now—now she had a second chance. A chance to not only relive her life but to truly live it. She wasn't going to waste it. She wasn't going to be that girl again—the one who faded into the shadows. She would embrace every opportunity, every new day, and make it her own.

As she braided her hair to the side and looked into the mirror, she couldn't help but smile, her reflection steady and strong. The girl staring back at her was confident, assured, and ready to take on the world. She wasn't going to let the past dictate her future. This was her time.