She wished harder than she breathed,
Hands clasped tight,
Eyes squeezed shut.
“If I could just go back,” she whispered,
“I’d make it right.”

And one night,
The universe listened.
A flash of light,
A twist in time,
And she was there—
Before the first wrong step.

She made the change,
Something small,
A different word,
A softer choice.
It felt like salvation.
She felt lighter.

But time is a fragile thing,
And the past has teeth.

When she returned,
The world was a stranger.
Familiar faces wore foreign smiles,
Paths...