"You can't go back now." Matthew whispered, slowly leaning forward to leave a peck on her lips.
Zoey pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding her head as she fixed her eyes on him. "Okay…" She repeated, trying to gather her thoughts as her heart was moved.
The last year of her previous life had been a hell of a ride. For her, it felt like an eternal struggle; trapped in a loop that the only escape for her was death. It tired her, and technically, this time-traveling felt like a continuation of that loop.
The only difference was that she wasn't just seeking answers for her husband's and friend's death. Her standing right now was to protect them. Still, that was tiring. Zoey might not want to admit it, but her mind and body could only take that much.
