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Chapter 1: The Drifting Star

(MIZI POV) / After KARMA.

"My god. My universe."

Swish. Swish. I peered up from the long black hair covering my vision to see a plastic bag floating down the road. The bag that so rudely interrupted my thoughts bounced and pranced in the blowing winds, and I couldn't help but reach a hand out to try grab it. But of course it flew away. Just like every other thing.

...What a drag. I thought to myself as I laid on the streets, feeling hollow inside. It has been days since I last eaten. Rotten food and bottles of water are strewn around me. A guy with gray hair always dropped off things at my place. I don't quite recall who he is to me, but his presence feels quite familiar... like a long lost dream. A sweet dream(ha, reference!). I don't hear his words from my constant spacing out, nor do I look up to see his face. The black hair will block my vision anyways. Nothing matters after all. Especially after my Sua... 

Tears sprung into my eyes, and I don't bother to wipe them away. The pain and sadness don't quite affect me anymore... it's just a chilling emptiness. I feel... my life... dissipating. My whole body relaxes as I start to slowly close my eyes. I guess this is it after all. I can finally die, just like I always wished.

But still... I wish...

"I wish...," I let out a raspy breath as I collapsed on the road, "I could see my friends... one more time."

My vision fades.

. . .

CRACK...

I awoke with a start and quickly, I'm back to the place that haunts me in my nightmares. The stage.

This has to be a sick joke. Did I end up in hell? I mean, it would be fair. Maybe Hell is just the worst moments of my life, replaying over and over again. Like being on Alien Stage.

But this specfic moment, the stage is ablaze, burning because of my hand. Because of my decision to drop the rocket Hyuna wanted to take off into space. What a selfish thing to do. All you do is ruin everything, Mizi.

I could feel the intense heat radiating all around me, scorching and burning my skin. The karma that must happen to me. I try feeling at the metal ground for Till, but he's no where to be found. I start screaming, because even if I don't care about what happens to me as the stage crumbles, Till's my last friend alive. The thing I can still save. I frantically look around, seeing the rebels yell and flee, the aliens howling in pain as the fire quickly engulfs the audience, but there was no Till. Because he already had burned. Just like me. The burning inferno feels good against my skin. Maybe it can finally burn away all the regrets that cling to me...

. . .

Wow. Did I just die? What a weird sensation. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A plush cushion... a soft pillow... wow, they show me an awful vision and suddenly I'm in a relaxing vacation. I run my hands on some soft velvet, my eyes closed in relaxation... Wait. WHERE THE HELL AM I?! I frantically get up, a pink purse falling down from my lap as I rush into a makeup table, knocking down a whole table of makeup: lipstick, concealer, mascara... they all crashed onto the floor. The makeup mirror that once glowed in front of me came down with an ear-splitting crash, the glass shattering all over the floor. I clutch at my hair.

It's long. I don't have long hair. I take some strands and examine it... It's my old hair: pink that slowly turns blue near the ends. There's no fucking way. 

"Miss Mizi, are you alright?" A mysterious voice rings out from behind me.

I turn to see a very familiar face. Acorn.

But he looked way different. He had spiky brown hair, some of it tied behind him in a ponytail. He was wearing a business suit and long and baggy black jeans, looking quite professional if it weren't for his red sports shoes peeking out from his jeans. And he wasn't a scrawny child anymore. He looked more mature, and more bulky, like he worked out. He was holding a comb in his hand and a brush in the other, and he looked concerned. Like really concerned. But I won't fall for these tricks. It's some fucking alien experiment. They... they cloned Acorn.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I snarl, rushing forward to tackle him, but getting caught in my dress, falling face first on the floor. Why the fuck am I wearing a dress? 

"Mizi?! Are you alright?" Acorn drops down to check on me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "What happened?"

I shove his hand away. Acorn-- no, some fucking alien clone looks taken aback. 

"Don't touch me. I will kill you and every single fucking alien here," I say, venom dripping from my tongue, "YOU'RE NOT ACORN!"

I scream out the last words, tears springing in my eyes from the traumatic flashbacks popping up in my head. Sua, my love, getting shot in front of me. Till dying in my arms. Hyuna getting shot by her own people. Luka ragebaiting me. It was all too much.

"Mizi. It's me. Your childhood friend. Remember?" Acorn says, his voice calm and soft. "I gave you oranges after those bullies stole your lunch."

That didn't happen. What the fuck is he talking about?

"Are you kidding me? That didn't even happen. We met in Anakt Garden stupid." Seriously, if these aliens were trying to deceive me, couldn't they have done some fucking research? I mean, like why would you kidnap me here with some clones of my past friends, but they don't even have the correct memories.

"Mizi. You're acting... really weird right now. I'm gonna give you some time to think. In the meantime, I'll go run to get some matcha tea for you and Director Luka," Acorn announces, getting up.

"What?!" I exclaim, feeling really lost right now. "Luka's here? Oh great. What's next? Till? The whole Alien Stage?"

"...Um... yeah? Isn't he your co-star in the movie?" Acorn asks, looking perplexed. He turns to leave, gently shutting the door behind him.

I collapse on the floor, feeling at my long pink hair. This is weird. Really weird. Calm down Mizi... think. Okay, look around for a weapon. I scan the walls and room for any sort of weapon. Aside from makeup and costumes, the dressing room pretty much had nothing(unless you count makeup brushes as weapons). I get up shakily, feeling at the wall. All of this was feeling really real at least. I take a deep breath and slowly gather my thoughts, pacing the room. 

"Okay." I say aloud, taken aback at my firm voice in the quiet room. I haven't talked in a while.

"So... I'm in some sort of simulation where I'm an actor. Acorn, or the clone of Acorn, is my makeup artist. Wow. The aliens are getting real creative, huh?" Even saying it aloud sounds so absurd, I just couldn't believe it. But this was the only logical conclusion. Some aliens must have found my unconscious body on the side of the road, dragged me back to some sort of headquarters, and now they're doing experiments on me. 

...Unless I somehow died and got reincarnated into some sort of alternate universe where I'm an actor. But that's so boring.(Haha...)

I kneel down to the broken mirror on the floor and gasp at my reflection. I look... pretty?

A girl with pink hair and gold eyes stare back at me, and her whole face is full of makeup. She had eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow, alongside some pink glitter sprinkled around her eyes. Is this... really me? But there's no fucking way...

I look down at my clothes; it's a long black dress, similar to my Round 1 outfit, but more longer and with some dark pink accents. I was wearing some uncomfortable black heels as well. Speaking of heels... I hastily take off one of them, examining how it looks like. The heel was sharp and pointed, perfect for a temporary weapon. 

As if right on cue, the door swings open, so I quickly stand up, brandishing my heel at whoever walks in-

"Mizi!" 

Oh great. I can recognize that annoying seductive and deep voice from anywhere. A tall blonde man with pale yellow eyes towers over me, as he wears a casual gym shirt with some khakis.

"Oh, I can't wait to beat you up again." I spit out, smiling as I rapidly approach him.

His eyes widen and he holds up his hands, yelling out, "Wait, wait, wait, MIZI! LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! ALIEN STAGE, REMEMBER? HYUNA DYING ALL THAT?!"

I pause, shocked he knows about Hyuna's death. "...Y-You know?"

Luka takes a deep breath. "Yes, Mizi. We're in a different universe. I got here after I died... some sort of reincarnation I suppose. You must have, too."

"How do you know? How do you know I'm suddenly... Mizi from a different dimension?" I ask, my voice a tad aggressive. But who can blame me? Even if this was the real Luka, he was an asshole that doesn't deserve any retribution. 

"Because Acorn texted me. He let me know to check on one of my actors. As soon as he described what happened, I knew it was you," Luka explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay. So, what's the big deal in this dimension?" I say, when suddenly a thought starts forming in my head, "Wait. You say this is a different dimension? Is... is...-"

Before I can even finish my sentence, he nods, but his face expression looks grim.

"That's what I need to tell you. It's about Sua."

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(MIZI POV) / Continued.

"Don't be afraid, hold my hand..."

I still remember how they called me a Witch. How I was shunned from both the aliens and the rebels. But who could really blame me? After everything I went through. It was time all humans and aliens got their Karma. As the days pass by and I feel my will becoming less and less, my movements lethargic and lacking conviction. I miss her everyday. What happened...? Why is she gone and why can't I remember her face? The details get more and more blurry...

There's a buzzing noise in my ear, as I realize I've just been standing still, lost in thought for a second. I quickly snap out of it, lurching forward to grab Luka by his shoulders, shaking him slightly, "What. Is. It. What's wrong with Sua?"

I probably looked crazy as I stared at him intensely, gripping his shoulders so hard it probably will leave a bruise. Luka tries to struggle out of my grip, but I'm way too strong(at least stronger than him), so I hold him in place.

"Just fucking tell me."

"Ow- please- I will tell you- just, let me go," Luka stammers, trying to push me away. I sigh and listen to him, backing up but glowering over at him.

"So what happened?" I ask, impatient already, as I make myself comfortable on a chair.

"Its... well... so I've been in this alternate universe for a while," Luka begins, pacing the room as he recounts his experience to me, "And let's just say I've learned a lot being here."

I nod waiting for him, so he goes on, "I've learned that I'm a directing manager for a famous movie series called... well, I think you know what it's called."

"Alien Stage," I say softly, gripping the side of the chair at the trauma I have associated with that name.

"Yeah. They ask me for the ideas, and I just tell them what happens next. So far... everything I directed mirrors our dimension exactly. The only difference is well... it's not real."

"Okay. What's this got to do with Sua?" I say, staring at the floor and remembering the way I stared at her dead body after Round 1. The blood pooling around her neck. The deafening roar of the crowd, and the silence slamming into me; my angels beautiful voice just... gone. I really am a witch. 

I shake the thoughts from my head, not trying to dwell and end up in a depressive mood. Perhaps this was my chance to fix everything.

Luka sighs, rolling his eyes," Okay. Let me get to the point then. Sua is... well, she's not OUR Sua."

"So she's not the Sua with memories of being in the Anakt Garden?" I ask, a sudden feeling of emptiness spreading throughout my body. I feel... conflicted. I mean at the end of the day, she's Sua: same face, same voice, same personality, but it won't be MY Sua. The one with the memories of staying up at night in one of our bedrooms; the one saving me from jumping off the cliff; the one who practiced singing with me; the one who caught fish with me; the one who made flower crowns with me. 

"And uh..., she's kind of been avoiding me. I think she doesn't want to participate in the film until I resolve the problem with... a guy on set," Luka says, sighing. "So she's probably at home or something."

"A guy? Who?" I ask, cracking my knuckles already.

"Never you mind, but...yeah," Luka says, suddenly slumping to the floor. I stare at him, not sure what to make of it.

I finally speak, "...You doing good? Is this a manipulation tactic again?"

"...No, I... You know we have a lot of beef right?" Luka gets out, staring at the floor. "I mean you beat me up on that... stage twice."

I nod. Although the memory is foggy, I can vaguely remember punching Luka over and over again on the floor as rage consumed my body. He dares mock my lover? He got Hyuna killed.

"And your words... they... stuck with me," Luka says, his voice cracking, "It makes it hard to take Hyuna's last words to me seriously."

I don't know what words Hyuna said to him in her last moments, but I do remember what I said to him after I witnessed her death. "Stop pretending to be righteous. Neither you nor I, deserve to be saved."

"It felt right in the moment," I admit, playing with strands of my hair, "All hope was lost in that moment. For me at least. I hated everything, I tried to suppress my feelings, my regret, my longing. But eventually, all the shame will just come out again. I said rash things."

Luka nods. "That's why... when I look at Hyuna in this dimension... I sometimes think I don't deserve her."

You don't. "Don't say that. How is she doing?"

"We're married in this dimension," Luka replies, smiling slightly.

I tense at his words, already feeling some bitterness and jealousy building in my gut. How can this fucking creep have such a carefree life and get everything he wants? Just being around him is starting to piss me off. 

I get up and head towards the door, which quickly prompts Luka to stand up and ask, "Hey, where you going?"

"I want to find Sua."

"Hey, but wai-"

I shut the door.

. . .

I know, I know. What a quick and unexpected end to the conversation. I honestly got what I wanted, and decided it was time to go. After all, it's not like me and Luka are the best of friends, so why should I stay? I gotta go to more pressing matters like find my beautiful, entrancing, goddess wife.

The building I'm in is really big, and I find myself already lost. From time to time, some staff walk past me and say hi and I quickly give them a nod. The walls are a sickening white, and every room I enter is either a recording booth, stage, or studio. I quickly get to an elevator and mash the down button, just wanting to find an exit of this god forsaken building. I stand by the elevator entrance, waiting, when I suddenly feel that I have a phone in my pocket. 

Oh. I wonder what this has. I take out my phone and it automatically unlocks. What. How? Don't I have a password? I stare at the phone for a second until I realize it was Face ID. Ugh, I swear I haven't touched one of these devices in a long time. I look around at the apps on the glowing screen of my phone. 

First things first, the homepage is a picture of a strawberry and grape, and the lock screen was a picture of me(well not me, but me from this dimension- you get what I mean)posing by a trophy. I click on the Photo's app and I swear it was like time just stopped. Right there, smacked dab in the most recent photos was... Sua.

Her short black hair was perfectly combed, flowing down her face in natural bounces, her lips partially apart as she was sipping on some boba. Her purple eyes were smiling at my camera, a black beret sitting perfectly on her black hair, and she was wearing a comfy brown sweater. I felt short of breath. Gorgeous, beautiful, angelic, elegant, brilliant, caring, sweet, warm, inspiring, pulchritudinous, breathtaking, elysian, exquisite, magnificent, and jaw-dropping god, oh my god, literally the most prettiest, sweetest girl I've ever seen. Literally my whole universe, the Ruler of My Heart. I probably looked like a tomato, hyperventilating, fangirling, and blushing over Sua, but I just couldn't help it. I haven't seen her in such a long time. Now that I can see her face in full detail, it's just...

I feel wetness on my eyelids. Oh my fucking god, am I crying? This is so lame. I try wiping my tears, but I'm already sniffling. So many different emotions are overwhelming me today. Sadness, panic, confusion, anger. I start to curl up on the floor and start scrolling through the pictures...

There's a picture of Sua sitting in a flowerbed of tulips, smiling and trying to block the sunlight, the wind blowing around her face.

A selfie of me kissing her on the cheek as she was sound asleep, curled in a bed.

Sua making cookies, laughing at the camera.

Me and her dressed up as dinosaurs(what.).

Sua's birthday, holding a Berry Chantilly cake.

Mirror outfit check of myself.

Movie date with her(is that her on the screen? Wow, she's a famous actress).

There are probably so many stories behind each one of these pictures that I don't know about. And although it's heartbreaking for me as this was the life I always wanted with Sua that I never lived, I'm glad that there's a universe--maybe multiple--where we are happy together. And maybe I can get to experience some of this happiness. My vision is blurred from the rivulets of tears flowing down my cheeks, I probably look like a mess with running mascara, but I honestly couldn't care.

At least that's what I thought until the elevator made a pinging noise and the doors opened, revealing a tall black-haired man in a motorcycle jacket and white jeans with piercing red eyes gazing down at me.

"Mizi?" Ivan says, taking off his glasses. His brows are furrowed in concern, his lips curled into a frown. I expect him to kneel down and gently ask me what's wrong, perhaps pull a handkerchief out of his pocket and hand to me. Maybe even hug me to comfort me. Instead, he takes out his phone to snap a photo of me, snickering, "This is definitely gonna become a sticker."

"You bitch!" I say, quickly recovering from my meltdown and trying to snatch his phone, but he holds it up really high.

"Hey. Don't try me. I'm gonna send this to my sister if you do. She's gonna be all concerned," Ivan says, smirking slightly.

"Your sister?!" I shout out before punching him in the stomach. 

He flinches a bit and scoffs,"Sua? My sister? Are you like slow?"

HUH?!

"What...?" I say, genuinely taken aback. "You guys... are... siblings?"

"Umm... yes. This isn't some new information Mizi. Did you hit your head or something?" Ivan questions, making a motion of pretending to be knocked in the head.

"Oh shut up. I just... whatever. What are you doing here anyways?" I ask, rolling my eyes, trying to change the topic. Wow. So Ivan and Sua are siblings? I guess... they do look alike.

Ivan quickly changes from a confident demeanor to a slightly nervous one(actually, super nervous), adjusting his motorcycle jacket and making his hair.

"Well, I'm here to do a modeling gig for a fashion brand, but I heard that... um... Till's gonna be there," Ivan says, blushing slightly. "Couldn't miss out on the chance to show off? Maybe get his interest?"

"Ohh.... OHHHHHHH!!!!" I say, slowly piecing the details together before I lit up in excitement. "ARE YOU FINALLY GONNA ASK HIM OUT? OH MY GOD, I SWEAR TO GOD IT'S LIKE YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS RUNNING AROUND EACH OTHER, TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS. I MEAN AFTER YOU SACRIFICED YOURSELF FOR-" I quickly stop.

"Um... not sure about the last part, but... YES GIRL, I'VE BEEN TRYING BUT I'M NERVOUS!!! I mean, I know we met in high school and are all close, but he always seemed interested in well... you." Ivan's tone shifts as he looks down in sadness.

"Oh, I'm dating Sua." I say quickly. The words felt foreign, but there's a warm feeling spreading throughout my body. Maybe I can get used to this life.

"Yeah, I know duh. Sua was complaining to me at home about Till being an obsessive asshole," Ivan sighs, rubbing his temple. "She doesn't want to work on the new Alien Stage scene, until Luka talks some sense into him that her girlfriend is off-limits. I just wish Till would notice me instead."

I stare at him, realizing a lot of things: Till's the guy on set who was upsetting Sua and that there are some similarities still existing in this dimension. Ivan likes Till, but Till likes me. Perhaps this is a chance to fix my mistakes from my previous life. I've been granted a second chance, and I need to take advantage of it. I start to formulate a plan in my head, so I grab Ivan by the arm and start to drag him away from the elevator, down the hall. 

"What-what are you doing, Mizi?" Ivan asks as we take off.

"I have a plan. Actually, I don't have one, but I'm gonna have one. We just gotta get there, and my miraculous brain will come up with an excellent idea to get his attention," I mutter, smiling in confidence.

"...We're going the wrong way."

"Okay, never mind. You lead the way!" I reply, quickly switching gears. 

I know I just said I needed to find Sua but... this is my chance to fix everything. To undo all the mistakes I made. I don't want to see all my friends suffer again. I need to get this done, and if I do this... maybe I can get a happy ending. I love you Sua, I really do, but when something urgent arises, I need to tackle it. Plus, you want this issue resolved... don't you? In the meantime, you can wait for me... right? ...Right?

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(MIZI POV) / Continued.

Thank you for being a victim of my shallow emotions.

Fuck. I do not have a plan. Here I am, charging down the empty fluorescent halls with Ivan quickly tailing behind me, as I lead him forward to the man he's desired for an eternity. It's almost poetic that in this universe Ivan kept loving Till. It's really sweet. I realize the more time I spend here, the more of my memories I start to regain. Back in my other life, the pain and misery often was louder than the inner thoughts of my past. Now, I can remember that day. That day where not only Ivan died, but so did Hyuna and Till(until I found out he was actually alive, but still that day was devastating.)

Hyuna's plan was simple; infiltrate the Alien Stage, extract the code and information necessary to launch the space shuttle the rebels created far into space, and quickly escape. It was the rebels hope that those humans in the rocket could find a new planet to inhabit, and that the monumental feat can strike hope in other humans to join in. Maybe we could get other human 'pets' to realize the oppression, and fight back against the aliens' tyranny. Hyuna said sacrifice is necessary to help other humans avoid the pain we went through. Like the guards on the Alien Stage. That shot Sua and Ivan. In the moments we argued, I didn't understand she would think that launching the rocket would even do anything. Those guards didn't deserve to be saved. They picked the wrong side. But at least Hyuna had a plan, a path laid forward. It was too bad I destroyed all of it.

It was too painful to think about. How many bodies must we sacrifice just for the greater good? Did all those humans deserved to die? Did our friends deserve to die? Did Sua deserve it? It just wasn't fair. So ultimately, I made that decision to bring down the rocket. To punish all of us. Human love is too cruel sometimes.

"Hey, Mizi, you good?" Ivan's deep voice quickly cuts through my thoughts as I blink rapidly. I had come to a stop randomly, in the middle of the hallway. 

"Oh jeez... yeah... guess I just didn't get my morning coffee...," I weakly respond, before continuing forward. Both of us come to a halt in front of a door. A soft melody flows gently through the air, followed by a piercing and rich manly voice. It was Till. He was singing 'Karma,' a song I wrote sitting alone in my bedroom at the rebels base. During my time there, I spent my hours writing down a song to convey the emotions I felt. Hearing Till sing that song felt odd and invasive, like he palmed through my diary and found out my darkest secrets. But I know it was probably just a song this universe's Mizi created that got popular.

I gently peek through the door, and instantly Till notices me. His eyes light up, and I know that look all too well. It was clear he was infatuated. I knew of Till's emotions towards me, but I always pretended not to. Because at the end of the day I had Sua. But maybe if I denied Till sooner, Ivan could have had a chance. This is my way to do that.

"M-M-Mizi!!! Hey!" Till calls, stopping the song and coming forward. He's blushing and already sweating at the fact I'm near. Not a good sign.

"Hi Till! I brought Ivan with me!" I say, pulling Ivan into the room. Ivan awkwardly shuffles in with me, looking around the room before staring at Till's face with a glassy, dreamy expression. Seriously Till, how can you not notice that someone is head over heels for you, RIGHT HERE?!

"Hey." Ivan grins.

Till looks disappointed. "Really, Mizi? You brought this weirdo?! It's already bad enough that director Luka wants us to kiss on set. I'm honestly glad Sua refuses to work with me, cuz now I have an excuse to not work as well!"

"Jeez...," Ivan murmurs, looking a little hurt. He adjusts his jacket, before looking at me for help.

Yeah, I'm getting to it Ivan... it's just... I'm starting to realize what is happening. I remembered how Luka told me that Sua wasn't on set because she wasn't going to show up until he resolved a problem with one of the cast members. It's very clear that the actor Sua had problems with was Till. Sua didn't like the fact that Till has a crush on me, so she simply told Luka she wasn't going to come in for her scenes until he talked some sense into Till. Maybe that's what led Luka into suggesting the kiss which Till obviously found revolting. Wow. I really am a great detective.

"Please don't talk about my girlfriend that way." I bluntly say, shaking my head. First step: MAKE HIM REALIZE I'M A LESBIAN!

"M-M-Mizi..., when are you gonna stop with this.. t-this fling? It's getting k-kind of boring... I mean are you really... like a... umm... les-lesbian?" Till says, stuttering nervously. He's blushing furiously while looking at me and looking away. Does he think this is attractive? He's probably not even listening on what I'm saying, just admiring my face. 

Till. It's endearing how much you like me, but I'm in love with Sua. You need to realize that. This is almost as bad as that one stupid guy who slapped me and said guys should get with girls to have babies. GROSS.

"Yes. I'm being serious. I'm a raging lesbian and I want to make out sloppily with my gorgeous Sua." I retort, making sure to clearly emphasize each and every word.

BOOM! Till stumbles backwards, looking visibly disappointed and heartbroken as he starts trembling, "W-Wait... Mizi... but... I-"

"Please Till. I just think of us as friends. I want all of us to work together as a team: me, you, Ivan, Sua, whoever," I interrupt, starting to feel extremely bad. I hate how I'm being so upfront. But... there is a reason. I'm starting to remember the day we reunited, back in my old dimension. The day I made a promise to myself.

His motorcycle rumbled as he pulled up next to me. I was on the side of the street, feeling at my burnt and scarred skin as I don't bother to look up at the stranger. Till didn't speak to me at first. I didn't know at the time he was mute, I just thought it was some idiot gawking at me. Every day, he would stop by, finally introducing himself to me on a piece of paper. He finally confessed he used to like me. He told me he admired and worshipped me like a deity. But not anymore, as he wished he realized Ivan's love for him sooner, and wished that they could have lived a life together. I looked through my long hair to see his sad, longing eyes and felt pity and sadness. I made a promise to myself I would find a way to make him happy. So, if I think about it, this is me fulfilling his wish. The first step of stopping Till's feelings is finished. The second is getting him to like Ivan. To live the life the other Till would have wanted.

"Anyways... director Luka told me he wants both of you to practice the kiss scene. And I have to be here as an eyewitness," I slowly say, trying to make up something on the spot.

"Huh?" Ivan asks, before I shoot him a glare. This could work.

Ivan looks surprised, then delighted, while Till looks aghast.

"Oh hell no!" Till shouts, jumping away from Ivan.

I sigh, pretending to look tired, "Please Till. Just do it. I'm not allowed to leave until I see you guys practice. I really just want to go home. I'm so exhausted." 

Sorry for gaslighting you, Till.

"Wow... Mizi, I feel so bad for you. I'll do it, just so you can go back home," Ivan says, beaming at me with appreciation and giddiness. 

Meanwhile, Till glances back and forth between me and Ivan, looking conflicted before finally mumbling, "Fine... I'll do this for you Mizi..."

Till slowly approaches Ivan, reaching out to grab his arm and standing in front of him. Till swallows before leaning in slowly as Ivan closes his eyes. 

Yaoi. Perfect.

Till gently kisses Ivan, squeezing his eyes and probably regretting everything. It's a very soft kiss, and Ivan seems to be enjoying it, closing his eyes and relaxing. As Till pulls back, Ivan stops him, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for another kiss. Ivan's lips press against Till as he pulls him in, his muscular arm holding Till in a warm embrace. Till's eyes widen in surprise before melting into the kiss. They both start kissing for a while before Ivan starts making out and using his tongue, causing Till to cough and pull away, blushing furiously.

"UH-UM OKAY...," Till yelps, feeling his lips and looking dazed.

"Whew... thanks for that. I needed to see some yaoi before I left. Toodles!" I state, giggling a bit before I turn on my heel and walk out the door.

I can hear Till yell, "WAIT! MIZI! WAS THAT ENOUGH PROOF OF US PRACTICING FOR THE SCENE?" as Ivan responds with, "She lied about that."

"WHATTTTTTT?!!!!!???!?!" Till yells.

"Bye!" 

YES, YES, YES!!! I did it! I did one good thing in this universe! I think to myself, rushing down the halls towards the elevator. I finally did something different from my other life. In this universe, Ivan and Till found out that they loved each other and lived happily ever after. I'm so overjoyed and proud of myself that I managed to lead them into finding their happy ending. 

As I fast-walk past rooms, I pull out my phone to see what time it was before I notice a new message. From Sua.

My heart drops as I frantically unlock my phone to see what my beautiful wife has texted me. She only texted me four minutes ago, but I already feel like I just dropped her on the side of the street, leaving her in the cold rain. 

Mizi, how could you not respond to her immediately?! What were you thinking?!

The message opens as I read what Sua sent.

"Mizi, please come back home immediately."

Oh, shit.