"Bitcoin?"
Owen stared at him like he had suggested buying magic beans.
"Yeah," Ethan said casually, swirling his coffee. "It's barely worth anything now. But give it five years. Maybe ten. You'll wish you bought some."
Owen scoffed. "Crypto? That nerd stuff? You're joking, right?"
Ethan smiled. "I'm serious. I'll even send you a link to a wallet app. Just… buy a little. Forget about it."
It was strange, giving financial advice to a friend who had once given him career lectures after college.But this was a different timeline.
And he wasn't here to play small.
That night, Ethan sat at his dorm desk, staring at a blank Word document.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
What if he tried something different this time?
Writing had always been a hobby—but in his old timeline, he never had the guts to publish. Now, with a second chance, why not?
He began typing:
"Chapter 1: The Dead Man's Reset"The screen flickered. One click, and life unraveled.
Mike James died at thirty-five.Then woke up in his college dorm bed, fifteen years earlier—With one rule: no one must know.
Ethan smiled to himself. Was it cliché? Sure.But it was honest. Personal.
Maybe someone out there would read it. Maybe not.But it felt right.
Later, he uploaded the draft to a small self-publishing platform under a fake name: SecondChanceAuthor.
No expectations.
No fear.
Just a story, beginning again.
Like him.