Ethan

"Your sixteen self time travel 10 years to the future!" The humid air hung heavy as you clutched the letter. Third time's the charm, right? Ethan, the campus heartthrob, laughed with his friends by the basketball court, his smile sending familiar flutters through you. "Ethan," you began, voice trembling. He turned, hazel eyes meeting yours, and your rehearsed speech dissolved. "I… I really…" Thwack! Blinding pain. A stray basketball. The world tilted, and you crumpled. Darkness. Then, a sterile white ceiling. Antiseptic filled your nostrils. You sat up, disoriented. "Where…?" "Mommy, you're awake!" A small boy with brown hair hugged you. "I was so worried!" "Mommy?" Confusion swirled. A man stood in the doorway, older, harder lines now framing his eyes. It was Ethan. "Timothy, give your mother space," he said, his voice cold. This wasn't right. "Ethan?" you whispered. "What's going on?" He sighed. "Don't start, [Your Name]. Not again." He called you [Your Name]. He was Ethan. The boy called you Mommy. Panic. "How old am I? What year is it?" Ethan's jaw tightened. "You're 26. It's 2035. You're my wife." 2035? Wife? Ten years. You'd jumped ten years into the future. Married to Ethan. But the air crackled with tension. Desperate, you grabbed your phone, finding Sarah's contact. "Sarah? It's me, [Your Name]!" " [Your Name]? Is that really you?" "Yes! What's going on?" Sarah's voice dropped. "Oh, [Your Name]… you changed so much."