A warm hand brushed across Elira's cheek.
She flinched. It wasn't pain. It wasn't fear.
It was *real*.
For a moment, her chest ached with something more terrifying than death: *memory*.
"I was going home… there was a man… he wanted money—he had a knife— I tried to run… I fell… then everything went black."
Yes, that's right.
She died.
It had been quick. No blood, no screaming. Just a cold thud against the pavement and her weak heart giving out.
Cardiovascular disease. A quiet killer, already ticking inside her like a timebomb.
But her death wasn't the end.
It was a beginning.
Because she'd opened her eyes again—somewhere else, *somewhen* else.
In a world she knew too well.
"This… this is the web series. *I Don't Meet You, Yet*..."
The same story she used to binge-watch late at night. A melodrama so dark and tangled, it made her cry for days. A series where no one truly got a happy ending.
In it, the male lead—**Ravel Ainsworth**—loses his memory after a car crash. He forgets everything about his girlfriend, the love of his youth, and walks away from her unknowingly. She vanishes, pregnant and broken. Neither knows the truth until years later, when fate cruelly slams them together again.
But this isn't just a story anymore.
It's *her life now*.
And she's right in the middle of it.
Elira sat up slowly, finding herself in a finely furnished room—gilded windows, soft carpet, a bed far too elegant for someone like her.
The man standing beside her was still watching with concern.
**"You fainted,"** he said.
She blinked. "Ravel…?"
He frowned slightly. "Do you know me?"
She shook her head quickly. *No, this isn't Ravel.* The voice was too calm, the presence too grounded.
This was **Kael Renmore**—a name she recognized from the *background* of the original story. He had never appeared in the web series, only mentioned once.
But in this life, she knew more.
**He was the best friend of Ravel's father.**
And—somehow—her new reincarnated self was *Kael's daughter.*
The timeline had changed.
Ravel—the male lead—was *alive*, *saved* from the accident.
Because of her.
"I wasn't supposed to be here," she whispered to herself. "But because I am… he's still alive."
**One Week Earlier**
She had seen it coming—the same intersection, the same rain, the same truck speeding through the red light. It was the opening tragedy of the series. The crash that destroyed Ravel's memory and future.
But Elira had screamed. She had pushed. She had dragged him to safety seconds before the crash hit.
Ravel lived.
And now, the story was *off course*.
Back in the present, Elira rubbed her temple. The other characters—their fates—rushed through her head like puzzle pieces.
And one in particular stood out.
"The second male lead…"
His name hadn't been revealed early in the series. But Elira knew it now:
**Cyril Thorne.**
The hidden son of a love that was never meant to survive.
Cyril's father had amnesia—a clean slate after a violent family feud tore him apart from the woman he loved. And the worst part?
No one—not even the father—knew Cyril existed.
"The mother died alone, thinking he abandoned her. He lived on, forgetting her completely."
Cyril's life was a shadow of what could've been.
He was born into silence. Raised in poverty. Angry. Lonely. And yet, destined to collide with Ravel one day, not knowing they shared the same buried sorrow: being forgotten.
But Elira?
She remembered it all.
And this time, she had a role to play.
**Later That Evening**
Dinner was quiet in the Renmore estate. Kael sat across from her, stern as always, but never unkind. Elira stole glances at him.
"He's not Ravel's father. But he knows him. That makes him *dangerous*... and *useful.*"
Elira stirred her soup. "Why did you bring Ravel here?"
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Your father asked me to. Said the boy needed a place to recover. He didn't explain much."
Elira nodded slowly.
Because in this life, **Ravel wasn't from a rich family anymore.**
His father—once a powerful businessman—was stripped of everything after the crash. The series had shown that. But in *this* timeline, Kael had stepped in and taken Ravel under his wing.
"So now… he's in my home. The male lead. Alive. Safe. Near me."
And Cyril?
He hadn't even been born yet.
Or… had he?
"What if Cyril already exists? What if he's growing up now—somewhere out there—just as forgotten?"
**That Night**
She wrote it all down in the stolen notebook again:
- Ravel is alive.
- I saved him.
- Cyril is out there.
- His parents were split by lies.
- I need to find his mother.
- I need to stop the father from destroying everything when the truth comes out.
Because in the *original* story, once the amnesia lifted and the letters were found—
**He snapped.**
Cyril's father killed Elira's entire family in a rage. Thinking they had hidden the truth. Thinking they stole his son.
"But they never even knew. The mother was the only one who knew… and she died with the secret."
Elira stared out her window, the moonlight casting silver lines across her hands.
*These hands had saved a boy.*
Now, they had to save another.
**Somewhere Far Away**
A boy with dark curls and quiet eyes sat on the edge of a crumbling roof, looking at the stars.
His name was Cyril.
He didn't know who his father was.
He didn't know why his mother cried in her sleep.
He only knew one thing:
"One day, I'll find the person who made her cry."
**Back to Elira**
"This time… I won't let the tragedy play out. Ravel will live. Cyril will know the truth. I'll stop the death before it reaches my door."
And maybe—just maybe—this time, she wouldn't die before love found her.