The night my boyfriend and I celebrate our first anniversary, we get into an accident. My soul travels through time and ends up ten years in the future.

Here, I see that my boyfriend and I have married and started a family. It's the future I've dreamed of.

However, it seems that I'm out of a job, and I've given up on my dream. I struggle to make it through endless days of my boyfriend's ice-cold treatment.

Ultimately, I see myself sitting on the edge of a building's roof after falling deep into postpartum depression.

When I open my eyes again, I see my boyfriend's panicked face…

Everyone knew that Andrew Stone and I were meant for each other.

He loved me, and he had always boldly professed his love for me.

My encounter with Andrew was the most insignificant bit of chaos in my messed-up and trashy life.

The indie band performance had just ended then. With my guitar in hand, I had set out to return to my rented place for some sleep. However, I had bumped into a group of ignorant fools who had tried to rob me.

I was about to show them who’s boss when Andrew showed up.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, and he had a phone in his hand. His face was flushed as he appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Even now, I could still remember him putting his trembling hand on the wall. I could even see the sweat on his forehead.

He had shouted, "I've called the police! You'd better run while you still can!"

Good citizens would resolve conflict by calling the police.

However, I settled matters with my fists.

This was something I had learned from my drunkard dad.

In reality, Andrew and I would never have met if he hadn't tugged at my sleeve that night and asked for my name.

"Dawn Chapman," I had replied.

His life seemed completely different from mine.

Since then, I would always bump into Andrew here and there.

He would appear in the bar I performed at, the food stall downstairs, and also the casual restaurant I frequented.

In the most classic way, Andrew had tried to draw my attention to him. He didn't even dare to ask me for my number.

This went on for four months. Then, it was winter, and it was snowing heavily one day. Because of the weather, our performance had been put on hold.

I was leaning by the window and smoking when I happened to see a "teddy bear" moving slowly downstairs.

It seemed to be Andrew.

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I went downstairs.

Sure enough, it was Andrew.

He was standing in the snow as snowflakes covered his body, hair, and eyelashes. He looked like Santa Claus.

But when he caught sight of me, a brilliant gleam appeared in his puppy eyes.

That was how I started dating Andrew.

He was a good student in a famous university whereas I was a street punk who had dropped out of school to work.

No one had supported our relationship.

But time and again, Andrew had stood firmly by my side.

He had said that he would do anything I asked, and he would even admire the sea in the early morning with me if I wanted to.

When he said those words, Andrew and I had been standing at the top of a mountain. He had looked at me with his eyes that shone brighter than all the stars combined.

I firmly believed that Andrew and I would walk hand-in-hand through this messed-up world forever.

On our first anniversary, we had planned to watch the sunrise at the beach.

When the large truck barreled toward us, Andrew didn't even hesitate as he shielded me under him.

Right after that, my world was turned on its head.

The sound of the crash and the noise of glass shattering had rung out almost simultaneously.

Something heavy weighed on me, and Andrew's blood dripped into my eyes.

"Thank goodness you're okay, Dawn…"

Those were the last words I heard before I lost consciousness.

I wondered how many people in this world would sacrifice their own lives to love someone else.

Still, Andrew had done it.

When I opened my eyes again, I soon realized that something was off about my body.

I was floating in mid-air as if I were some sort of spirit.

I found myself in some sort of house, but I couldn't recognize any part of it.

Did I… die?

Where was Andrew? If I died, then he…

"That's amazing, darling! You really got pregnant!" A slightly familiar male voice interrupted my thoughts.

The front door opened. A man was carefully shielding a woman in his arms.

The man seemed to be the owner of this house.

Also, his voice was quite similar to Andrew's.

"Oh, look at you. You don't look ready to be a dad at all," the woman said.

The man raised his head. As it turned out, he wasn't just similar to Andrew. He was Andrew himself!

But he didn't look quite like Andrew, either.

He looked much more mature than Andrew was, and perhaps calmer and more collected as well.

He said, "I was just overjoyed. Here, have a seat, darling. I'll get you some water."

I descended through the air and hovered before the woman. Her face shocked me.

This woman was me!

But she also didn't look like me…

What was going on?

As I listened in on their conversation, I was finally convinced that this couple was Andrew and me.

However, it was us in the future. Ten years in the future, to be exact.

Judging by the wedding rings they were wearing, Andrew and I had indeed gotten married ten years later.

"Darling, you're pregnant now, so why don't you just rest at home in the future? Working is so tiring, anyway." Andrew's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at the happy expression on future Dawn's face. This was an expression I had never put on before.

She nodded.

But I had objections.

I was firmly against marrying, but I could make an exception if it was Andrew.

However, I couldn't come to terms with having children and giving up on my career!

"Wait, why did you say yes? It's just a baby! Are you really going to stay at home for ten months?" I stood in front of my future self and questioned her in a loud voice. However, no one could hear me.

I could do nothing but watch them act all lovey-dovey with each other.

Andrew said, "Don't worry, darling. I promise I'll give you the best life you can hope for. You're the most precious gift in my life, after all."

Future Andrew felt so unfamiliar to me.

From what I knew, Andrew had been a young man who would blush every time he mentioned the word "love." He couldn't possibly say things like that with such ease.

Was it really possible for people to change so much in ten years?

I had many questions in my mind, but I couldn't stop the events unfolding before me.

Dawn stayed at home, and her job was to prepare breakfast for Andrew every day. Then, she would clean up around the house and watch TV.

It was a life of normalcy, which I despised.

However, she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.

Her favorite thing to do was to sit on the couch and caress her belly every day.

I kept asking her about my band and if my dreams had come true.

But Dawn couldn't give me an answer.

I couldn't leave this house, so I was forced to stay with her. I was trapped in this cage called "home."

One day, Andrew came home with his mother, Ellen Foster.

During the one year I had dated Andrew, I had only met Ellen once.

But that single meeting was enough to give me a terrible impression of this domineering woman who always wanted to have the final say.

I had a fierce argument with Ellen on our first meeting.

It was exactly because of this that Andrew had never suggested for me to meet Ellen again.

As soon as Ellen walked in through the door, she began complaining about the cleanliness of the house. By the looks of it, even after ten years, she hadn't changed much except for her slightly graying hair.

"I heard that you're pregnant. Andrew has asked me to stay here and take care of you from today onward." Ellen crossed her arms while looking all high and mighty.

It was exactly her "everyone is a loser except for me" attitude that I had a problem with. I knew that she couldn't feel it, but I still delivered two punches to her face.

What a joke! Did she think I would agree to that?

"Thank you so much, Mom."

I whipped my head around to see a gentle smile on future Dawn's face as she spoke.

Did a smile like that actually belong on my face?

It couldn't be. My smile should be bold and carefree. It shouldn't look like this!

"Well, since you're already pregnant, I have nothing to complain about regarding your marriage with Andrew. You can pick a date for the wedding after you've given birth." As Ellen spoke, she went ahead and sat on the couch.

Andrew didn't say a word. When he heard what Ellen said, he held Dawn's hand and put on a grateful expression. He said, "Dawn and I were thinking the same thing!"

They looked quite happy. The three sat on the couch as they discussed whether Dawn's baby would be a boy or a girl.

They looked just like a blissful family.

But things shouldn't have turned out like this.

Andrew couldn't have behaved like this.

It was Andrew we were talking about, after all.

Back then, when Ellen had forced him to break up with me, Andrew had held my hand and said confidently, "I will never let Dawn down."

If someone so much as looked at me in disdain, Andrew would mercilessly punch that person even though he never got into fights. Then, he would tell me with reddened eyes that I was the best person in the whole world.

That was the Andrew I knew. Future Andrew could definitely detect his mother's disdain toward me.

So how could he just sit by and watch as I was forced to put up with injustice?

"Anyway, I've been here for a while now, but I still haven't eaten anything. Why don't you go make dinner, Dawn?" Ellen spoke up.

Dinner?

I didn’t know how to cook.

When I had just started dating Andrew, I had severe gastric problems.

Due to my irregular eating habits and drinking tendencies, my stomach had been as fragile as glass.

Back then, Andrew would drop by my rented place after class. Then, he would make soup for me while he nagged at me to take care of my health.

I would lean against the window as I watched the sunlight illuminating his handsome face.

"Andrew, I can't cook, and I don't know how to take care of other people, either. Don't you mind being with someone like me?" I had asked.

Andrew had replied, "Not at all. Dawn, you only have to live up to your name. You just have to be beautiful and charming like the morning sun."

With that, Andrew had turned to look at me. His smile had been as gentle as a warm breeze in spring.

He couldn't have turned into this man who complained as he ate, blaming me for adding too much salt.

"Mom can't eat salty foods, Dawn. Go easy on the salt next time," he said.

"Okay, got it," Dawn replied.

What exactly happened? Why did everything I knew so well change beyond recognition in those ten years?

Both Andrew and I had changed a lot.

Why?