His Last Regret: Unmade

red, then the world turn

s on to

the crushing wei

again, for t

ace. Liam fought him. The guy had a pipe. Liam's hand was never the same, his dream of be

g trip gone wrong. We had one emergency kit

g stage at the city fest

hoked out with bl

I had neve

. He loved Jessica, his dream girl, not me. His parents, the Walkers

l, his mother di

r's face

finally said, her voice low and sharp

ciety agreed. I was the reason Liam Walker, go

ice, and I was the

Walkers, who once tried to be

f and guilt. Liam's words echoed

romance that never was, but for h

's underbelly, the "Chronos Device." Experim

device. A

strings I didn't know I had, s

ek, humming machi

unstable. Limited window. And it's tied to... to the deepes

His old journals, hidden in h

rryin

ents, giving up music

dent he indirectly blamed on me. He thought my complaints to his parents ab

to have a different ending, even if

er, lights flashed. My mission was clear: rew

ted, then snap

ht. Ci

ten years young

ere wa

in his eyes yet. He looked

e, for Maya, to get

was th

almost buckled. Joy, pain, hope, all

hat's all the Chronos Device gave me. Thirt

"Maya. Yo

nger, sharper,

rds him, my h

isingly steady. "Before we do

y parents are expecting us

him straight in the eye, "that yo

of annoyance, then that fami

o with this. This is an a

is feelings for

w, even knowing

nd. The same arrangement that led to a decade of qui

ages filled with his cramped han

ber one: M

passion, to join the Walker real estate empi

o her, my eventual complaints to his parents, had caused her to be upset, leading to her

, they were my roadmap for

' blame – it all fueled my resolve. I had to do this, not to win him

scientist and Liam's journals, were clear: Fulfill his three deepest

ss, his life,

depende

regret: Ma

pplication form in his han

trying to sound like the