the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo9HNAZeiVX
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?154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQy9o0hf2y
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUo5FFCtsa7
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TsJliyXpQ
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96ENGxVkxV
He didn't answer.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZwB3mFPpvJ
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoGeopg1f78
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlvWcZqOtC
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQXeKTAHUE
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiZMwkPwm6J
"Then choose."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwyYXm12KFt
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHk44mr6wVZ
"Choose who you want to remain."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAuX5TkmjIM
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxRfZsQoTOA
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5MZ0XzHnQj
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglDfVmBPRV
The mirror cracked.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjByS4fo9UL
Not from pressure, not from sound.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGpVMDRkCr2
From time.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdN742wgfGJ
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRQAqh5pkg
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFeehGzdeBb
Layered.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKy7rSwSDtw
Fragmented.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1eayprMRak
Echoing.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtdb243fhU8
"Reflections That Do Not Return"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCxoa09v63
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsZr8lQyGzI
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkwD1e97Ys
"Are these… all me?"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2Wz3kKo3O
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAfI6tt8eKt
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGxdLvBTMwJ
"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."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsRW3bcSzR
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZ8qGGEc1Q
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQ6lhyIhyV
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosRIp5mj22
Silence again.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡss45mLDsiS
And then, softly, he said:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEDgjLbmev
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1qmhXQsdvx
The mirror flickered.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8k80zKAMff
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."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqr6Xz1kPir
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlAW3SrrIQb
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNp671o0UH
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCoJa3QGUQ4
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuiWBCCD6F
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx2G1qPgB8o
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qrcYs1jHl
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwWONcDYWh
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA1Fb65TUGC
She whispered,154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1VhHObXgB
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd7enbqtJks
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBe4n3ue6W0
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6LBE31y3Zb
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZjMR4lkPQ5
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx4eK9JfkHh
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsqgyqSLPSJ
"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?"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Hndh3Xi4i
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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."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHy1pecaEWP
"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."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMVsYGlJyU
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcHzVvHjLue
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnlP1AK0Q5
"Memory,"they said together.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Iz1MGSOKG
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8sU75mnslZ
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcrDBIE9azb
"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."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tt7PU6cR8
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.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbI4lvs0UFe
It was the third route.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMpzEEg7QC1
Not back.Not in circles.But—154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2ugkaqCmq
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