You can't change the future

He is handsome. The murderer.

His eyes are vivid green. Like the color of fresh grass. His high cheekbones and dimples can make any girl fall on her knees. His expression is cold, full of hate and disgust. His tall figure is dominating. He is dressed in black - a v-neck top, black trousers, and black leather boots. His white hair is nearly covering his eyes.

I can only hear the sound of rain in the dark alley. He is holding a dull dagger, ready to push it against her skin. I wonder where did he manage to find such an antique piece. It must hurt if one gets stabbed by it. I stare at the woman who is looking back into his eyes fearlessly, not fighting back at all. She is wearing navy pants and a plain white shirt. I notice a silver chain with a triangular shaped pendant. Her bare feet are bleeding. She must have run a lot.

I let out a sigh. I am hiding behind the garbage box. How many times do you wake up in the middle of the night for a bathroom visit and end up walking to the future? I am getting wet in the rain and watching my future self die. This is not the first time when I walked to the future. Literally. However, this is the first when I walked into the scene where I am going to die. I wonder what should I do. Should I watch my future self die or interfere?

They seem like they are stuck in eye-lock, talking through their eyes. The guy isn't pondering whether he should kill her or not. There is no hesitation. She knows that she will die, but she isn't trying to save herself. Nonchalantly, she raises her right hand slightly in my direction, giving me a signal to not interfere. She knows that I am here.

"Kang Si An." Her voice is barely a whisper, but I hear it. The corner of her lips tilts up into a warm smile. Wow! I think that I might have donated my brain somewhere. Is she trying to die with a smile or seduce him?

The guy doesn't answer her. There is not a single reaction. He doesn't even blink. Like she will disappear if he blinks or says a word. He drives the dagger right in the gut. She doesn't scream. I don't know how she is holding back. I scream even when I get a paper cut.

I cover my mouth. I have seen horrible things before. I have walked into similar scenes. I have been stuck in the future for a while. Being a time traveler is not fun. But, seeing yourself die like this is the first time.

When he stabs her for the second time, she leans on his shoulder and bites her lips. She looks in my direction and shakes her head. She peeps at the wall once. I notice the movie poster with a release date.

He stabs her again and let her fall to the ground. The rain is washing away her blood. He bends down his one knee and leans toward her. He touches her cheek with his finger. I hear a sarcastic chuckle come out of her mouth. She dies with a smile on her face as if she has won a battle. I don't know what I am feeling. I would be lying if I say that I don't need therapy.

He slowly stands up and turns around. He is still holding the dagger. I realize that the rain has stopped. He walks in my direction and stops near the garbage boxes.

"Come out."

I come out of my hiding place and face him like a fool. I can't blame my future self for being brainless. Here, I am facing my murderer in my pajamas.

"You can't change the future."

I scream when he throws the dagger in my direction. I shield myself with my arms and take a step back. I stumble and fall back on my butt. I wait for the pain, but nothing comes. When I open my eyes, I am back in my room, soaked from head to toe. A blunt dagger is lying near my feet.