Imagine a world where multiple universes exist, and each choice you make creates a new branch of reality. Every decision result in a different timeline. Changing realities. Imagine one day you woke up to find everything have changed, the people you think you know are not who they are. and you have made the choice you regret the most. childhood friends Deirdre and Tristan, what does fate have in store for them ? Find out in the book.

He stood motionless by Deirdre's grave, his hands deep in his pockets, the cold wind cutting at his skin.
(It must be so lonely... six feet deep and surrounded by darkness. All alone...)
His eyes felt sore, but he held back tears. Deirdre's friends approached him briefly and offered muted condolences before walking away. As the crowd thinned, Tristan remained. The weight in his chest felt intolerable, as if the earth itself was attempting to swallow him. After a minute, he crouched beside the grave, his voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry, Dee. I... I couldn't keep my promise." His hand trembled as he carefully untied the friendship bracelet Deirdre had made him years ago.
The threads were faded now; worn thin from the years he'd kept it wrapped around his wrist. He hesitated, his fingers lingering over the knot, as a memory washed over him.
"Hold still, Tris!" Deirdre had warned, giggling as she wrapped the bracelet around his wrist. "i can't tie it around your wrist, if you keep moving." "It's just a bracelet," he'd said, rolling his eyes.
But the way she'd smiled at him, bright and unshakable, had stayed with him ever since. "No," she had said, finishing the last knot. "It's our friendship symbol"
Now, as he placed the bracelet gently on the grave, the damp soil swallowing the vibrant colors, his chest ached with the weight of the promise he have broken, "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "Goodbye, Dee."