Evelynn stares blankly at the corpse of Draco, tears cascading down her cheeks, drying like plaster.
"Draco, no..." she whispers to his dead body. All life is devoid from his body and the usual arrogant twinkle in his eye is no more. "I love you." She lovingly and gently cradles his body in her arms, almost afraid to break him. She softly kisses his lips, only to feel them being unresponsive. A wave of despair crashes down on her as she realizes the heat from his body is slowly abating. What is she to do when her poor judgment was what caused her to choose Dylan, forcing Draco - the best thing that has or ever will happen to her - to kill himself? There is no way to heal her shattered heart. There is no way to revive the man in her arms. There is no way to change her past decisions.
Or is there?
An idea strikes and even though she has doubts, it's a risk she's willing to take. She runs into a shoppe and finds the owner. "Excuse me, sir," she pants, unsuccessfully suppressing the hysteria in her voice. "I need a Time Turner."
"I'm sorry, but you need to have a license to obtain one," he says.
"I don't give a fuck! I have a good reason!" Eve yells, unconcerned about keeping her voice down.
"And what would that be?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow questioningly and keeping his own voice level.
"Long story short, my life is a mess! My best friend just committed suicide, I love him, my husband wants me dead...just... Please. I need to set everything straight. Please," Evelynn begs.
"Well, that's very sad..." he trails off, starting to break under her heartbroken gaze.
"So you see why I need one," she half-growls, half-begs, holding back the oncoming flow of tears.
The elderly man stares at her, thinking. It is against the rules, yet this broken woman has pure intentions of righting the wrong she has done. To produce all the tears staining her entire face, this strange woman would have to be a great actress. Having pity on poor Evelynn, he sighs. "I suppose I could allow it just this once." He hands her an hour glass on a long, gold chain. The couple exchange goods and she runs out to Draco's body. With one last look at her true love, she slips the necklace over her head. She turns the hour glass over and over and over and over again. She screws her eyes shut, the image of Draco burned on her lids, and she feels a tug at her navel.
As she is sucked back in time, she knows she has to make every choice carefully, so as to not repeat what happened. Sure enough, it would only get harder from here. She knows that her epic journey to the past has only just begun.