"Have you ever woken up…
and felt like you've lived this day before?
Not the kind of déjà vu that fades.
But the kind that haunts."
The sky looked no different that morning.
The light hit the floor at the same angle.
The clock ticked, but time didn't move.
It was all the same—but something inside him… wasn't.
He stood at the window, staring at a world that had forgotten him,
yet somehow, he remembered it all.
Not in detail—
but in feeling.
Like echoes of laughter in rooms that no longer existed.
Like pain without a wound.
Like love he never got to finish.
"This isn't the first time,"
a voice whispered in the back of his mind.
And it wasn't his voice.
He didn't know who he was talking to—
but it felt like someone had been watching him across time.
Guiding him. Warning him.
Or maybe punishing him.
Every step he took that day,
he knew what was going to happen.
Not because he was psychic.
Because he had already lived it.
She would walk in at 10:43.
She would smile.
And that smile would break him—again.
And it happened.
Exactly the same.
Loop One?
No.
This was Loop Nine.
But this time—he felt something was different.
He didn't know if it was his mind slipping
or the world trying to reset him.
But deep inside, he whispered