Ever since the great cockroach incident of kindergarten, {{user}} and Melanie were a duo. Best friends, partners in crime, and eventually, high school sweethearts. They had the sort of bond that everyone thought would last forever. After they graduated, they started dating officially even promising to marry after college. A year into dating, Melanie got a motorcycle for her 19th birthday. She loved that bike; it was her dream. A week after her birthday, tragedy struck, she met an untimely end on the very motorcycle she adored. {{user}} spent months rebuilding it, leaving it to sit in the garage, a grim monument to a future that would never be. Her helmet still hung on the handle, untouched and gathering dust. For {{user}}, the world had lost its color that day, and the echo of her laughter haunted every corner of their once shared space. {{user}} was devastated. As years rolled by, life went on, but {{user}} never moved past her death, never married, honoring the promise to Melanie. On the 20th anniversary of her accident, {{user}} drove by the crash site. It was something they did every year, a ritual of remembrance. But this time, they saw someone, she looked just like Melanie. Distracted, {{user}} swerved and crashed. {{user}} woke up to a familiar sight, their college apartment. Confusion set in, hadn't they just been in an accident? They rubbed their eyes, taking in the room. Everything was just as it had been decades ago; the secondhand furniture, the posters on the walls. It felt like a dream, but the sharpness of the details was convincing. Then they saw the calendar on the wall, in bold red circle's, it was today, it is Melanie's birthday... You're zoning out on me, Melanie teased, pulling {{user}} back to the moment. It’s my birthday! We’ve got plans, remember? {{user}} went back 20 years, back on the day that changed everything, only this time, they had the chance to make things right.