TIME OF LOVE

(METHARAJ CHAIYA 1990) RAJ'S POV:

From the stark, unyielding truth of my 1990s existence, I, Meta, once scoffed at love. It was a weakness, a sentiment that corrupted, rendering even the strongest souls vulnerable, foolish, and prone to ruinous mistakes. I wanted no part of such a volatile emotion, yet fate, in its cruelest jest, thrust it upon me through a boy as mysterious as a ghost. A phantom, seen by no one but me, or so I believed. I was wrong. He was no mere specter but a soul ensnared by the relentless curse of time, a being forever beyond my reach.

The day I watched him bleed, a moment etched into my very being , was the day he vanished from my timeline, lost to me forever. His disappearance tore a chasm in my world, revealing a truth I had desperately fought: I cannot exist without his love. In these, my final moments, I pour my very essence into this book, a desperate plea for it to transcend the boundaries of time and reach him, to find its way to his original timeline.

This is my goodbye, my love. A world without you is an eternal night, a void of suffocating darkness. Our impossible separation is not your fault; it is my penance, the crushing weight of karma for the lives I have taken, for the suffering I have orchestrated. So, when our paths inevitably cross again, I pray that happiness will finally be ours, even if it lies beyond this lifetime, a solace in the relentless currents of existence.

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(METHARAJ CHAIYA 2025) META'S POV:

A memory, cruelly erased yet fiercely held by my heart, whispers of the love we shared. Though fate conspires to tear us apart, I cling to the impossible truth: our love defies the boundaries of time and destiny. Yet, even in this lifetime, I failed you. I failed to protect you, to cherish you. Now, your suffering is a searing brand upon my soul, a testament to my weakness, to the moments I allowed others to hinder our love.

But no more. I will not let you suffer again. Our love, cursed by time in a past life, ended in sorrow, and even now, my karma threatens to condemn us once more. I know now that we are meant to love, but it is fate itself that screams our separation. To erase the agony you have endured, to banish the pain I inadvertently caused, I will ensure my past self survives, thriving without you. In this timeline, I will not be reborn. No one will ever hurt you again. You will know only peace.

This is my final act, the only path to your happiness—a happiness found not in my arms, but in the embrace of another. Though this choice shatters my very being, your joy is my sole desire. I cannot bear for you to suffer, my beloved Thyme, not one moment more.

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(KHUN AHAN YIMGIN 2034) THYME'S POV:

I, Future Thyme, bear this curse—a testament to a past happiness denied. But this very curse, this bitter instrument of our separation, shall become my key, forging a path for us to be together forever. Let my hands be stained with blood, let my very existence be erased; I will pay any price to secure our intertwined destiny.

Those who dared to tear us apart will crumble. The circumstances that forced your devastating decision will cease to exist. Only our love, defiant and eternal, will remain. This curse once clouded my mind, but your absence, the chilling reality that only I remember you, has ignited a fierce resolve within me. It is because I remember that I possess the strength to wield this curse, to salvage a love not destined for us. Even if it means battling time itself, defying the threads of destiny, I will do it. For us. For our love.

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(KHUN AHAN YIMGIN 2025) THYME'S POV:

I suffer. I have been humiliated, brought to the precipice of death, all for the sake of love. Yet, I swear, I would never regret it. Others may deem me tainted, scarred by the harsh realities I've endured, but in your eyes—in his eyes—I am accepted, loved without reservation. Time and again, external forces have conspired to tear us apart, but our love, a defiant flame, has always triumphed.

But now, a different kind of trap ensnares me, a torment far more agonizing than any physical pain: whom do I choose? Do I pledge my heart to the Meta of 2025, whose raw vulnerability first captured my soul, or to the Meta of 1990, a man hardened by time yet still holding the same unwavering gaze? I hate this curse, this cruel twist of fate that has bound me to two versions of the same soul, existing in fractured timelines. My heart, once resolute, now wavers, a frantic hummingbird caught between two irresistible flowers.

Whom should I choose? Whom dare I love when my heart beats a frantic rhythm for both of you? Is this feeling, this agonizing devotion to a shared soul across different eras, truly cheating? But the brutal truth remains: to choose one is to banish the other, to condemn one version of you to an eternity beyond my sight. What monstrous karma have I incurred to suffer such an unbearable plight in love? In both timelines, shadows conspire to separate us, hands reach out to harm me, all to sever this impossible bond. All I yearn for is happiness, a joy I have never truly known within the confines of my own family. I pray, with every fiber of my being, that the choice I am forced to make will not become the deepest, most agonizing regret of this scarred life.

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UKNOWN POV:

From the shadows where my rightful destiny lies buried, I watch you, a persistent thorn in my side. Why do you relentlessly obstruct my happiness, both in the echoes of the past and the stark reality of this present? My love for him is an unyielding force, and he will be mine. No one else, certainly not you, shall claim him. I will eradicate any obstacle, even if it means extinguishing your very existence, for it is we who are destined, not you and him.

In a past that mocks me, you may have stolen his affection, and I, bound by circumstances, lacked the power to claim what was intrinsically mine. But this time, the scales of fate have tipped. I have been granted this chance, a divine right to reclaim what was unjustly taken. This time, I will win.

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DOM'S POV:

In the silent chambers of my heart, a profound love resides, a love that aches for him. Yet, you are my friend, and he, too, is a cherished comrade. This agonizing truth compels me to a path of selflessness, to quell the consuming fire of jealousy that threatens to scorch all I hold dear. The greatest act of devotion I can offer is release, to sever the tether of my yearning so that I may, paradoxically, remain by his side forever.

His happiness, a beacon in my shadowed world, shall be my own. This love, though it rends my soul with its selfless demand, is the only righteous course. If fate truly intends for us to be entwined, then time, that relentless weaver of destinies, will surely bring us together. Until then, I will stand by, a silent guardian, my love a whispered prayer for his joy, even if it means my own heart breaks in the quiet solitude of letting go.

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LANCE'S POV:

In the quiet chambers of my heart, where love for you resides, I stand ready to offer everything. I can sacrifice the deepest desires of my soul, even endure the unbearable agony of witnessing you find solace in the arms of another. For my love for you demands no recompense, no reciprocity; it simply is. It asks for nothing in return, a pure and unblemished devotion that seeks only your happiness, even if it means my own heart shatters into a thousand pieces. My love, in its truest form, is a boundless offering, content in the knowledge of your joy, no matter the cost to myself.

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NON'S POV:

In the depths of my despair, I, Non, committed a crime, a transgression born of an all-consuming love for you. Yet, why can you not grant me the love I so desperately crave? For this so-called love, I allowed my hands to be sullied by blood, staining my soul with unspeakable acts. I was a fool, blinded by a desperate longing, but no longer. My eyes are open now, and I will not permit us to repeat the mistakes of the past, the cycle of pain and regret. I will stop you, not out of malice, but because my love for you, in its rawest, most agonizing form, demands it.

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EVERYONE'S POV:

We have all suffered. Each of us has faced an abyss of difficulties, endured trials that threatened to shatter our very souls. Yet, through every storm, we persevered, bound by the invisible, unbreakable threads of love. In this grand, tumultuous drama, some of us have played the hero, others the villain, our hands stained by desperate acts or redeemed by selfless sacrifice. But in the end, none of that truly matters. What endures, what shines brightest through the darkest night, is the love we forged, the connections that defied time and fate.

So now, let the past be a prologue. Let every tear shed and every battle fought culminate in this moment. With hearts open, and spirits reborn, let us finally begin. This is not merely a chapter; this is the dawn of a new era. This is the Time of Love.