Year 1949
Rose
11th November, 1955 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 proposed. Who know that this stalker, the guy who knew my more than I knew myself would be able to win my heart and make it his own.
There were many times, I felt John would hide a deep sorrow within himself and something about that would always make me nervous. It was truly strange, he would keep checking up on me every single day, my smallest of cough would send him into panic. It's had started to worry me.
One night I found John writing something in his journal, he had a sad aura arround him as if he were counting his days, there was a far away look in his eyes. I approched him,
"Are you okay? You seem a bit down, everything alright , can I help you in some way?"
"I'm fine just tired, you don't have to worry about anything, just promise me that you would not leave my side", he said with pleading eyes. I could't help but assure him that I was never going anywhere.
However I had to know what was happening I needed to know he was okay so as soon as John went to bed. I searched our study to find his journal, I wanted to know why he looked so defeated. helpless and worried and once I did everything suddenly made sense...
The journal had our moments mapped into a timeline- of his past and my future. His accounts of us were simply beautiful. I got to the end of it where he had ciclred - time machine, fits of cough, dissapearance with a question mark and tear stains that marked the page. I didn't understand it that night but one day everything made sense.
The day I coughed blood and the day I was diagonsed with pnemonia... I couldn't say this to John knowing of devasted he'll be and knowing that he would do anything to stop me from returning to in the past but I knew that it was time and if I don't go I would never be able to meet John again and I couldn't let that happen...
"Hey John, what are have you been hiding in the garage. You have practically been working on it for over years now"
"Uh.. it's nothing important. You don't have to worry about it"
"But it seems important to you why not show it to me"
"It was my dream once, my promise to someone", he looked me stright in my eyes,"Someday, I'll show when everthing over"
I knew pressuring him will only make him doubt me. So I decided against it.
Before I knew it, the coughing fits had started to get worse and I knew it was time.
...
I woke up in the middle of the night, kissing John lightly on the forehead, I headed towards the garage. I wore the blue dress which was mentioned in the journal and wrote one final letter to my dear husband...

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