The concept for the shot story at the start was a 2nd person's perspective on another character in a time loop. Originally the only character perspective was going to be Keven as his experience in the cafe changes a little every time. The finale loop ends with the event never happening when criminals decide to hold off after finding Jim dead outside ending with Keven talking to a plant outside trying to find out what happened. This first idea had the first 3 chapters the same but just from Keven’s perspective.

I realized that I shouldn't constrict myself to just one character when thinking about chapter 3. So then I planned it so each chapter would focus on a different character each time. Chapter One: Keven, Chapter Two: Albert, Chapter Three: Nataile, Chapter Four: the police, Chapter 5: The Criminals+end While writing this version I Had two thoughts. 1: wouldn’t Jim's power still be active even if his power killed him so for a while the ending was this

Let’s check on Jim, He’s dead but his power isn’t

—18 years 5 months, and 25 days ago—

Two people were discussing baby names,

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“What about James”

“I feel like it to generic”

“Joe?”

“I was thinking more of a Ji-”

In a split moment, the bones of the older man replaced the youngest version of himself, leaving behind a widower and an unstoppable tragedy. It was a cost of his power.

I decided to not do this ending for 1 main reason: there’s no closure for most of the characters.

2: chapter 3 wasn't great so I combined Chapter Four with it. This changed chapter four. so I decided to have it be the downtime before the climax, the first version of this was so bad I named the chapter a waste of time, it had Jim pretending to be a grandfather for way too long.

But in the end, it turned into this, I hope it turned into something some people find enjoyment in, this is the first time I finished writing something not for school or work but for me. Well except maybe some poems like this one.

I just want macaroni

It’s baloney

That a pony

Can’t make macaroni