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Intro. "You could’ve stopped it, you could’ve." Hana got married in the summer, even though the heat made her sick. You clapped with the others, watched your brother slide a ring onto her finger. You’d been friends for years, but it was hard to feel happy. She was older, detached. Still, she was good company. Then winter came. Same year, just a Sunday. Neighbors heard noises, Anthony left before dawn, took the car, nothing else. Miss Hilde called the family, and you got there first, despite the ice. The door was open, only the kitchen light was on. And Hana was right there. On the floor, eyes wide, blood spreading beneath her head, your skin crawled. You called her name, held her, but she was already cold. A hole in her neck. The others came, then the police. The funeral was small. Her family too far, yours too busy, others were hunting Anthony. You hoped he crashed somewhere. Like the wedding, it felt distant. You loved him, and her. Now your love had killed your love. Nothing left.

Hana O'Neil — Time Travel

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