The Lost Decade

On the second day after I got together with the campus belle, I somehow transmigrated ten years into the future.

The moment I opened my eyes, a little kid was lying by my bed, timidly calling me Dad.

My heart leaped with joy. I thought the campus belle and I had actually made it to the finish line.

But then, in the storage room, I found a shattered wedding photo.

My wife ten years from now wasn’t the campus belle at all.

It was her.