The dream kept occuring, the same thing every time. I started noticing the background, not just the bad things. I knew that intersection. If I was right and the dreams were correlated, maybe I could fix things. I forced myself to stop thinking. If I could save her, that'd just make me guilty because, even if there was nothing I could've done, I couldn't save Eric. What a pathetic gift. I can tell when people are going to run out of time, but even if I could save Mom, I'd still have to live with the times of everyone I met. It'd be nice if I could talk to Eric about it, because he seemed to understand better than anyone. "Kim, let's go!" Eric said, his brown hair lightly tousled by the wind, big glasses on his nose, and a wide grin on his face. He hugged me as soon as I got there and we traveled to school the way we always did. It was kind of just him and me against the world. 00:00:00:00:03:26. 25. 24. 23. 22. A part of me was curious about it. Eric noticed me staring above his head and immediately knew what I was thinking about. "Is everything okay?" He asked, grasping my hand. I tilted my head. "It's low. Like, really low." "The timer? Maybe we'll get to figure out what it does then." He grinned as we continued. "I really am lucky to have someone like you in my life." "You're kidding, right?" I scoffed. "I'm the lucky one. You're awesome." 00:00:00:00:00:23 22. 21. 20. "30 seconds." I reported, looking back at his bright blue eyes. He grinned and hugged me. "Stop worrying. Everything's fine. Everything's going to be fi-" Eric collapsed out of nowhere. By the time he hit the ground, he was already at 0. "We think it was cardiac arrest, but there's nothing we can do at this point. I'm sorry for your loss." The doctor reported. I didn't react. His parents were sobbing, but I felt numb. Nothing seemed to matter. It was like a part of me had been snapped in half with his timer ticking to 0. I visit his grave every day. But this is why I have to be alone. Because I knew. I knew the end.
