He stand infront of a time-travel machine.

Thinking twice if he should do it or not.

Thinking about the time he saw it in happening front of him.

Thinking about the nights he can't fall asleep because of the tears that falls in his eyes.

Others might think that he's stupid for doing it because of love, but his close friends will understand him.

They too felt their friend's grief, misery, emptyness. He can't let go, he won't.

The feelings that was rooted in his heart, he can't take them out even if he force them out.

Is it he's fate for falling in love in a wrong time?  Is it he's fault if another mandela effect happen?  What if he won't love him again?  What if he wouldn't be able to find him again?  What will he do?