If I could turn back time, I would. For I never had the intention to see such a gruesome fight take place between two foes who had become the worst enemies and versions of themselves in time. The only other reason I would have turned time would be to keep my inner self sane and away from breaking apart, no matter whose intention what wrong intention was true.
As easy it was to hate a person, my heart was starting to turn dull and distrustful of the world around me. I wished to blame my fate and the world even for my own fault of wishing for a wrong, painful gift. The only trouble of it was that there was no turning back, not after all the events that had taken place and were taking place slowly, one by one, before happening in a speedy procession.
