Rediscovering the truths

  Dear John, I know you'll be very upset by the time you read this letter. But darling you know, no matter how many times I live this moment, I'll still make the same choice to help you with no regrets. Yes I have been detected with pneumonia and I don't have much time left however I want to spend my remaining time falling in love with you once again. So please do not come after me. In my last moments I'll think of you as I close my eyes, I'll relive each and every moment we've spent together. I want to thank you sincerely for the care you've showered on me all these years and I'm so sorry I couldn't understand your pain even after living with you for years. I wish I had reached out to you more, comforted your pain but alas it seems I was too late. I don't want you see and suffer through the same pain twice. Please know that I'll always be with you. Be happy John, be happy for us. -love  Rose "..." "Grandpa, so what happened to...

  Year 1949 Rose 11th November, 1945 was the day when me and John finally got married. It was one of my happiest moments of life. He got down on his knees with tears in his eyes, he confessed and I knew that this was meant to be. There were many times I felt John would hide a deep sorrow within himself and something about that would always make me anxious. It was truly strange, when I met John, he looked through me as if he knew me. My favourites, habits and even my quirks he knew it all. Being with him felt natural. We were blissful until I found John one night writing something in his journal, he had a sad aura arround him as if he was counting his days as he looked outside the window. As soon as John went to bed. I searched our study to find his journal, I wanted to know why he looked so defeated and once I did everything suddenly made sense... The journal had our moments of his past and my future. His accounts of us were simply beautiful. According to his journal, I would be di...

Year 1943 John I was concerned. Rose's coughing fit had increased tension times fold. No matter how many times I suggested her for us to visit a doctor, she was always decline saying that she was okay. But I knew she was growing week and frail. Me on the other hand, I was surprisingly making good progress with my invention. It was as if she was my lucky charm. ... I was working as usual when I heard a loud *thud* coming from the kitchen. I rushed in only to find Rose sprawled on the ground with drops of blood everywhere. I took her in my arms and she said in the faintest voice, "I know how this looks, but don't worry, everything's going just as planned". "Planned? What are you talking about? You are sick we need to go to a doctor!" "No! Listen to me, what I am about to tell you. I am from the future. I used the time machine, the same one you are currently building. You make it possible for us to travel back. Isn't that lovely, my dear husband...

Year 1942  Rose It has been a year since I've started interacting with this John. I gave him ideas and he worked his magic. He was charming, witty, smart and most importantly handsome. I watched as John worked on my latest blueprint. He was covered in dust with his slightly long brown hair tied up in a small pony, his sleeves folded up, showing his tan skin and beads of sweat trickling his forehead. I could keep looking at him forever . "Hey, you are staring as if you'll burn a hole through me". He smirked, "Like what you see". I rolled my eyes and hurried off to the kitchen. I couldn't let him see me turning into a tomato. I fumbled through some ingredients and put together a sandwich. I knew how John would sometimes forget to eat or drink while working. That's how focused he would be. I felt proud to be in the same room as him. He didn't understand how much talented he was. He was perfect. My kind of perfect. I grabbed the tray and stepped in t...

"Grandpa, Tell me more about yours inventions!" "Yes... I was an inventory once, *scoffs* what a fool I was...". "Why do you say that? Aren't inventors really cool!" He adjusted his glasses to take a better look, "Mateo... was it? I once thought I could play with time. Only to have it play me". "". John started rocking in his chair as he closed his eyes remembering, "It all started in 1941..." Year 1941 John I chugged a bottle of rum to drown all the noise inside my head. I spent years to invent the machine that could make history, I even refused other ideas. They were right...with no investors, no money, I'm here spending my last dime to get drunk and get wasted. Is this how it ends for me? I lost my balance and almost tripped on the stairs when a hand grabbed a hold of me. Everything was a blur, the last thing I saw was someone with a blue hat and a dress before loosing consciousness. I woke up to a wooden ceiling. ...