That night, her writing turned frantic.
Ethan, listen to me. This isn't just a game. What we're doing—it's dangerous. If I can change small things, maybe I can change big things. But what if it destroys everything? What if it destroys you?
His reply bled slowly onto the page:
You sound afraid. But Emma, if this really is real, then maybe we can fix it. Whatever happens between us—whatever makes you hate me—I can stop it. Just tell me what to do. Tell me who Diana Moore is. Tell me how to stay away from her.
Emma's pen hovered. Her heart screamed to warn him, to erase Diana from his life before she ever had a chance to take him away.
But another thought whispered: What if changing this breaks everything?
She finally wrote:
You can't change it. Some things are meant to happen. Promise me you won't try to rewrite the future.
The page remained still for a long while. Then, defiant words carved themselves onto the paper:
No. If you're telling me I ruin you, then I will change it. I'd burn the whole world down before I let that happen.
Emma pressed her hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. She remembered how reckless he had always been when it came to love—and now, that devotion was aimed at rewriting destiny itself.