Hours passed. Aarav sat at the edge of the bridge, watching the sunset, each moment slipping away. He thought about every smile, every touch, every word they shared.
He remembered her promise: "Let me choose to be with you."
And now, the choice was his.
He could either:
Give up, let time erase her, and live with the agony of loss.
Fight, risk changing history, and possibly destroy the world he knew.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. His heart screamed for her, but his mind warned of consequences.
Finally, he whispered into the wind, "I'll fight… even if it costs me everything."
He opened the notebook. Lines once written by Riya glowed faintly. One final instruction appeared:
"Go to the old clock tower at midnight. Do not look back."
Aarav's pulse thundered. It was risky, dangerous, but necessary. His heart beat only for her.