the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP79vprUbGe
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?134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJb7XWCxUqc
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqNSosR0fHd
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMioxx1v3X
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu22hcahYKR
He didn't answer.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1krDp9XUMF
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyrKqt0hjUP
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡheHZPrU593
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvoeK2an9gm
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWFUkn0e5Zn
"Then choose."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGlWzDJkbcN
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdh2H8oxJs
"Choose who you want to remain."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBMEIsZI5j
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDNAYr15RV
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0k7lMha3a
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7xkm14P8G9
The mirror cracked.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW6xOQFpNND
Not from pressure, not from sound.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkg9t1Y5jY
From time.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcxptEPygks
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxUq3cteXJm
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5gauvSC6d
Layered.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Hflt9KaTS
Fragmented.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVlMYooCS4
Echoing.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaGf1MwwUpw
"Reflections That Do Not Return"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdSb0LUZ2y2
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMbDT2qrujN
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxsIWFMo2G
"Are these… all me?"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzhbGaNL2ex
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vYduXvHKc
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPS3wN3KvEY
"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."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡopjQb7entH
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ44dNYwmC6I
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkB7EN1PK8b
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTncfvIufYf
Silence again.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmZDhBIcS7
And then, softly, he said:134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6fe0itQKQV
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP4vs7mP0Pl
The mirror flickered.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqaYcjvfJMw
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."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡst2V0PeKUt
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj7uPdX5paj
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSdhgkpjxvk
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9FHZpjml31
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZiKJr1C1Ox
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLf0v1XAYsW
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOVXNfpzzPa
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMO63l5s9f
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyKWJMMnKG6
She whispered,134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9E59La2lDH
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbgLVgTgdSs
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPbv35VdftE
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOxM8ForKL
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnodtSZVqnA
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrw3N3Tobn
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhmNaq3VNQY
"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?"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWSNAGsmk0c
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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."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ656S9pBdPP
"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."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcAO2AlIbr
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgIcQnyNqI
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZR4nEOXZL
"Memory,"they said together.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcl2N6Q5QCN
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrUd2NG2OwH
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡge5BgoEbwu
"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."134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzlstS4iggQ
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.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hJ7hKo1Jf
It was the third route.134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9HqpQsbzdM
Not back.Not in circles.But—134Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡutzwoqk1bX
Toward a future unnamed.
Penana
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