Eleven hours. One flight. The same loop. He's the only person who remembers me.

He drew me sixty-two times from his window. I never knew until I found the sketchbook.

Twelve enter the circle. The last two standing are bound for a year. I was already someone else's.

I kissed a stranger at midnight. The clock reset to 11:59. He remembers too.

I dive naked into black water. He came to film a dying tradition. He found me instead.

He came to tear down my garden. He didn't tell me he was falling.

I crashed on a mountain. He carried me home. The door was never locked.

He relives the same Tuesday. She forgets him every morning. He can't stop falling.

I skate at 5 AM so no one sees me fall. He does the same. Neither of us expected a witness.

I asked my best friend to fake it. She said yes. Neither of us expected the truth.