“How did you do it?” Amy asked. “How are you so nonchalant about everything?”

“I…” I said. “I don’t know.”

We sat on the lunch table. “You what?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I really don’t. I just got tired of trying to change things. I tried everything I possibly could but nothing changed. I’ve been stuck here for almost 5000 loops.”

Amy’s hands flopped on her sides as if they were jelly. “No.”

When I saw the look in her eyes, my stomach turned. Her eyes were wide open in shock and her body was starting to shake as if it was buckling under the weight of the despair that threatened to take over her body.

“No, no, no,” Amy said, she sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

“Amy, are you alright?” I said, reaching out but she shook me off.

“I can’t be stuck here,” Amy said. “I can’t be. I don’t want to be stuck here.”

“Amy,” I said softly. I walked over to her but she recoiled.

Tears started to form in her eyes. “I can’t be stuck here. I can’t…”

“I get it…”

“YOU DON’T GET ANYTHING,” she screamed causing everybody to turn their eyes towards us. “You never got anything!”

She got off her chair and stormed off.

“Amy wait!” I called out. But she ignored me and went on ahead.

I tried following her but by the time I left the cafeteria she was nowhere to be seen.

…

Amy didn’t come to school for the rest of the year, not even for her exams. I tried calling her, I tried texting her but I got no response.

I messaged her, asking if she was okay half an hour before the loop ended.

She didn’t reply.