the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpElPOmWdS
The silence that followed was thick, stretched between timelines. Zhang Huan-An—no, Yu Yong-An—stood before the mirror, unsure who exactly was speaking. Himself? A remnant? Or the ghost of a choice never made?172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4C0vvDaAsi
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS8nxTBbuYu
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl25w8ZKTJS
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡembedcUoUW
He didn't answer.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IP8RZNpgU
His reflection stared back at him—not quite right. The posture was his, the scars too. But the eyes? The eyes held a weight he had never known until that dreamlike season where time broke apart and remade itself.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tAyD9blxq
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3o4phQ4sU0
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnDZIkcByCp
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYk5ycdV4d
"Then choose."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIotun542Zn
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZexGikJdPb
"Choose who you want to remain."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRgjJCgiua
He clenched his fists. The names—Zhang Huan-An, Yu Yong-An—lay heavy on his chest like layered truths. Too real to discard. Too overlapping to claim.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XibUbhhFs
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzwCtAYQqg4
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHU0X5f8Ibb
The mirror cracked.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBmsHBtG2j
Not from pressure, not from sound.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTzLBZi5UiD
From time.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRHtBF3K6q6
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsqpM1XADOD
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJNcdUgNG0A
Layered.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz2tZzeLQfk
Fragmented.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn72z3vFHvX
Echoing.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYOoeQo4ce5
"Reflections That Do Not Return"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgK0ptuKbzM
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwhtsfLCcJ
The cracks radiated outward like webbing, each fissure revealing a version of himself—some younger, others older, some cold and unfeeling, others brimming with unshed tears.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhOIvHX0Nte
"Are these… all me?"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxau6Tomn4z
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8xWcaGoRY8
A shard broke loose, falling to the floor with a soft chime. Yet the reflection it cast wasn't of the room he stood in—it was of time:Friday's dusk. Tuesday's echo. The moment the cross appeared. The final turn of her silhouette.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZc2JUH7ih
"You're not choosing an identity,"said a voice—feminine, calm, not quite Yang An-Ting, not quite Li An-Qing, but holding the gentleness of both."You're choosing which version of yourself will survive."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWI3eg2ceuE
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNL3ojiw79
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ05S1HVmbr2
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhtCgjxmCY
Silence again.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡElyRfXgwhf
And then, softly, he said:172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡITOLWoHL8N
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNPFUMle4V
The mirror flickered.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfRuDx23TZ8
A memory surfaced, replaying on its own:"You won't remember what I said. But you'll remember that it turned dark… and I didn't leave."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRB4WQ9QG34
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhngRf68h1l
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZMMN8padYy
No more ticking clocks.No more voices.Only the sound of breath—and something deeper, like the echo of his own heartbeat splintering through time.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmTFdMqq0VR
A crack ran across the floor, slow but certain, as if time itself was fracturing.One wrong step—and he would fall into a past that no longer wanted him.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfA2byoqHv
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlE7NDOE3f5
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqp51guzCEa
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS4XHiZvZGO
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVD8OCRwhP
She whispered,172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCcSte41Du
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp5ziRuy0qc
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BdKpq0ecN
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDZ7hbFM5l
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzneVud4r6q
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡap55luRR1y
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJWpFHkuib
"You've remembered too much," the voice murmured,"and forgotten more than you know.So now, only one question remains—Who will you stay for?"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeno1H4uloq
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"You've always remembered,"Yang An-Ting's voice was gentle, but unwavering."You just didn't want to admit it."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6knC4C0mhw
"And you've never let go,"Li An-Qing's voice followed, soft and clear, like light after rain."Because deep down, you knew—it wasn't yours to end."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBgJsBAvuW0
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdM6iQ9O2z5
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9wbaXxfus
"Memory,"they said together.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPx4mWtX8zU
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZGigLd8Qwu
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6bu2hzxa1
"You don't need a name,"Yang An-Ting whispered."You've already remembered us.""You just need to keep walking,"Li An-Qing followed,"Not for anyone. Not even for yourself."172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCiadYgHUgp
The rift began to close—not as an end, but as a quiet reconfiguration.The shattered timelines wove into each other, forming a new path—one that required no right or wrong, no labels, no return.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SxnwWHnt9
It was the third route.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3oSgphdcF
Not back.Not in circles.But—172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2FR20BeMbU
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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