Date: June 6th, 2020 Subject: Agnes, age 30
“You’ve been looking at me like that since you woke up this morning, James.” Agnes murmurs as she takes another bite of food then she wipes her mouth. “It’s almost as if you’re afraid I’m going to vanish before your eyes.”
“I was merely admiring your beauty, babe.” I say smoothly but she’s not having it. She rolls her eyes. “So…it’s that apparent, huh?” I squirm under her stare. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind, that’s all.” A busboy comes by to clear the rest of our dishes out of the way and we sit in silence until he’s gone.
“You remember everything today, don’t you?” She gives me a pitiful smile.
I nod my head and gaze happily at Agnes as I reminisce…
The old James had given me the greatest gift of all time. A life with the woman I loved. The device, which he called the chronosphere, was used to propel us into the future, where we received the cure from Levi. Then we traveled back to 1934…the day I’d left Agnes at the altar. I married her while he watched from afar. After the wedding, he brought us here to the city for a fresh start. And before he finally ceased to be, he made me promise that’d I’d never try to alter our timeline again. It was only after he was gone that I learned Levi’s cure had a side effect…my memory would come and go for the rest of my life.
But it was a small price to pay…for her.
Almost as if she’d read my thoughts, Agnes reached across the table to place her hand over mine. “Do you still keep your promise?” She asks warily. “You’ll never build another time machine again?”
My mind briefly wanders to my parents and the fact that I never got a chance to save them…but I decide then and there that maybe, in some instances, the past should remain buried. “I won’t. For you.” I tell her. And I mean it.
“No, James…for us.”
“For us.” I chuckle. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Fontaine.”
On the walk back to our apartment, the city clock chimes twelve times, announcing the midnight hour. Agnes pulls me to a stop and right there under the stars, she stands on her tiptoes to place a tender kiss on my cheek. “It’s officially our anniversary now, James.”
I brush her hair out of her face and smile back at her…the love of my life. “Happy Anniversary, Agnes.” I whisper in her ear. “May we finally get it right this time.”