Happy Death Day: Fatal Loop

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"Without You, there's no past..." The music shattered my sweet dreams as I reached for my phone beside the pillow, turning off the alarm.

Odd, I was sure I had changed the alarm tone before bed last night.

But that was a minor issue, and I had bigger things to focus on. I quickly got ready, putting on my favorite outfit before heading out.

I was determined to confess to Zach in person. With Casey out of the picture, winning his heart seemed assured. After all, it was me he loved first.

And then there was the lead role in "Fatal LOOP." After years, I was back in the spotlight as the leading lady.

Love, opportunity, and fame—all mine with just Casey's disappearance. It all seemed so simple.

Yet, when the elevator doors at Zach's apartment slid open, there stood Casey, supposedly dead from the night before.

She was poised; I was stuttering. She left nonchalantly, and I leaned against the wall, regretting my improvised excuse about delivering a script.

If the murder of Casey the night before last was a dream, why did this elevator encounter feel so eerily identical? Too bizarre.

I quickly pulled out my phone to check the date.

June 8th.

I locked and unlocked the screen, verifying the date three times over. It remained unchanged.

This couldn't be a dream, but why on my phone...

I rushed onto the street, stopping a passerby to ask the date.

"June 8th, Friday. Don't you have a phone?" the passerby shot me a look before hurrying away.

I stood frozen, my mind a chaotic canvas of spilled paint. Memories of the past and experiences of the present intertwined, leaving me uncertain where to even begin.

The only thing I was sure of was living through June 8th twice.

No, if the memory of killing Casey initially wasn't a dream, then this was my third time experiencing June 8th.

What was happening?