I don’t know how this happened or why, but that’s not important. I looked for the Calendar, and sure enough, I am in the past but in Cole’s body. No - I look like Cole when he was younger, back when we were in college. Bu- But he was dead? Cole didn’t look like this when he died. When I looked in the mirror, my heart nearly fell out when I saw a familiar sight I haven’t seen in years. Not only that, but my entire body changed into that of a guy in his early 20s. It’s shorter, has less hair and my fingers are a delicate pink. I looked at my arms in confusion and saw it differently. When I stretched my limbs, I was surprised by how quickly I did it. It’s as if I was sleeping in a different bed. It’s so cold but I’m glad I have thick blankets to cover me. I woke up in a bed with more pillows than usual. I wanted a miracle, and by some deity who has heard me, a miracle was received. If I had a chance to turn it all back again, I wanted to fix everything. I just hate how lackluster our ending was. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Even in death, you still had that cute smile you gave me in life. Last I saw you were in a casket, death by stress due to overworking. I stayed in our hometown while you went abroad to work the job your parents aspired to have. It took me till the graduation that my hopes were just delusions.
For a moment, I thought there was a chance that you’d accept my proposal. My heart broke into a million pieces - then you gave me that sad excuse that you weren’t ready. If it weren’t for Henry, I wouldn’t gain the courage to confess to you. We are friends but I wanted it to be more than that. I loved it when I twirled my curly hair and playfully stole my things till I’m red and angry. You weren’t handsome like James McEvans, but you’re cute when you smile. We were twenty, still green by that time, but amidst red-flushed embarrassment, I was ready for your acceptance. Or that time when Henry, God rest his soul, pushed me to confess to Cole. Like that time when we raided my dad’s alcohol cabinet and took a joyride in the town airstrip. I yearn for the days when my friends are still around, pushing me to do reckless shit behind our parent’s backs. Back when I woke up late are the worst of my worries, not my physician’s recommendation that I get my prostates checked for cancer. I try to escape this sad excuse of existence by reminiscing the old days - like when I was in college. I have no family, friends drifted one by one, my hair disappeared when I was 30, I live in a crappy apartment with a shitty neighbor and top it all off, I’m a virgin. As a 40-year-old, I can assure you that it doesn’t get any better than this. " You and I are going to have a lot of fun." ? " Soon you will beg me not to go, you will see" I said, I mean, Dave said using me, then he took another photo with my cell phone. What the hell?! Does this being believe that he can go and control me like that?! " Wow, wow wow, don't worry, pretty boy, I'm just a ghost, I saw you and I took your body, and I'll only use you to enjoy, you're gay, right? You're more at bottom, aren't you? By the way, I'm Dave" said the ghost that controlled me. My body moved and took another photo " Damn, I can't wait to put this body to use, hehehe" my body said. "What was happening here?!" I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth, it was just like a thought. Fuck, everything I could do with a body like this" were the words that came out of my mouth. However, when I was taking a photo in front of the mirror, I felt something cold that was getting more and more into my ear, and then I felt a little dizzy. When I finished, I washed my hands, and taking advantage of the fact that I was alone there, I decided to take off my shirt and show my good body to take a photo that I would publish on my instagram. As I did, I thought I heard a laugh or something, but when I entered, the bathroom was empty, maybe my mind just trolled me. As soon as I finished my exercise routine at the gym, I went to the bathroom to urinate.