EVERY human desire change within themselves. Personality, status, and appearance. As long as there's room for change, humans won't stop. Some want to be beautiful, so they work hard buying beauty products that eventually have unforeseen effects on them. Some want to change their personality, maybe from introverted to extroverted. Until eventually, they realize the personality they want to change is their true selves. 
I may not be beautiful, but I'm thankful for having skin without many issues. For that reason, I never exhaust myself from my appearance. About personality, I'm an introvert. No matter how hard I try, I never step out of the introverted line. I prefer silence over talking, except with family or people I'm comfortable with. Last, regarding status. I admit, among all the things humans want to change in their lives, status is at the top. Don't misunderstand; I'm not talking about being single or married. I'm talking about financial status. Ask anyone; there's no person in this world who wants to live in poverty. They will do anything for a piece of paper called money. 
For a normal person, I am one of them. I'll do anything to ensure my family lives comfortably. Even though I've always resented my father for failing to provide us with wealth, yes, it's true. I prioritize myself. I'm an ungrateful human. When I found out I could change the past the first thing that crossed my mind was to stop my parents' marriage. So, my mother wouldn't have to go through that suffering. My determination to change the past deepened. Until I returned to the future against my will, jumping three years ahead and going through things I never thought I would face in my entire life. 
Now I'm rich. The problem now is that I'm already married and my mom. Now I'm thinking. Is this miracle actually a reward or a punishment? 
"How about it? Reward or punishment? Which one is it?" 
I looked up. Tears were held back. 
"Don't... don't make me like this. Please let me go..." I pleaded incessantly. 
He smiled. The knife was unsheathed. Right to my chest. 
"No!" 
"Bella! Open your eyes!" 
I woke up. Sweat covered my face. I gasped for breath, feeling exhausted. I quickly checked my stomach. There were no signs of blood or stab wounds. Was it a dream? What kind of dream was that? I looked around. I was in Bella's bedroom. Wait, what? Bella's bedroom? 
"Bella..." I turned to the side. The familiar faces I saw filled me with both surprise and uncontainable joy. 
"James? Dy..." Before I could finish my sentence, I was already tightly embraced. 
"Thank God you are awake. Thank God..." I heard Dylan repeat those words several times. I still felt like I was dreaming. I returned his hug to reassure myself if I was dreaming, and the warmth spread throughout my body. Through that embrace, I knew at that moment that it... It was really Dylan. 
Dylan released the embrace. He gently wiped away my tears. 
"You don't know how much this means to me..." Dylan wiped away the tears that fell. Dylan was crying? What had happened? I looked at James, seeking an explanation for what had happened. The man, as usual, remained calm with his face. I was also sure that Dylan's presence here was because of James. 
"You don't remember what had happened?" James asked. I tried to remember, and then I remembered about the future, about Alan, and about Tyler. What had happened? Was it all just a dream? Why did my presence there feel like it wasn't a dream? 
Seeing me silent, James let out a sigh. 
"You fell into a deep sleep." Dylan interjected. His hand continued to rub mine. Seeing Dylan, I remembered Alan, whose face was not dissimilar to Dylan's. Dylan's deep gaze into my eyes, full of sincerity, was just like Alan's gaze towards me. I still didn't understand. Was I just dreaming or was it really reality? Did Alan really exist? 
"The doctor said you were asleep, but the strange thing is... you slept almost five days without waking up." James explained. My eyes widened. 
"Five days? But, how?" My brow furrowed. How could I have slept for that long? 
"Probably because of the time travel effect?" Dylan guessed. I looked at Dylan in surprise. 
"You... You know?" I exchanged glances with James. There was no doubt. James must have told Dylan. How am I supposed to face Dylan after this? I bit my lip in frustration. My eyes sharply looked at him. 
"Well, I'll leave both of you to talk." James left the room casually. 
What the... 
Just like that? 
Dylan gently stroked my hair, making my gaze stick to him. My heart raced. I averted my gaze, trying to hide my suddenly warm face from Dylan. 
"You know I'm not Bella?" I asked softly. 
Dylan smiled faintly. 
"I've known since our first meeting..." Dylan answered while stroking my hand. I was taken aback. It couldn't be... 
"But how?" 
"Just like James said. The real Bella never looked at me the way you do. At first, yeah, I was a bit confused, but then when James told me about you, everything made sense. The feelings I've felt all this time are because of you. When I saw you lying unconscious on the bed, my heart broke, shattered, and shattered every moment. I tried everything to wake you up. But everything was in vain. You were like Snow White, sleeping after eating the poisoned apple given by the Witch..." Dylan chuckled. 
"So, why didn't you just kiss me that time? Probably I would have woken up on the spot." I teased. 
"I am. I will." Dylan kissed my lips simultaneously.