I started living like I was being watched—not in a creepy way, but in a way where I wanted to make the right choices, just in case someone was keeping track.
Then one day, Arlo came up to me after school with a drawing.
It was me, him, and Claire. Standing on the beach. Behind us was a man made of light, holding a broken phone.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“That’s future you,” he said. “He says thank you.”
I blinked. “He talked to you?”
“Not like that. Just in the dream.”
I hung the drawing on the fridge.
There are days I wonder if I made it all up. If the phone was a weird prank or just my brain trying to make sense of a second chance.
But then I see my dad laughing at dinner with Claire. Or Arlo dancing around in his turtle costume. Or Claire, holding my hand in the parking lot after a long day.
And I know.
Sometimes, life gives you warnings. And if you listen—really listen—you get to rewrite the ending.
You don’t need a magic phone to start over.
You just need to say yes to what really matters.
So if you’re reading this, maybe take the long way home today. Call someone you’ve been putting off. Apologize. Forgive. Hug your nephew. Start over. It’s never too late.
And hey—if a flip phone ever rings with your future on the other end… maybe pick it up.
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