One year after Michaela Zeke, and Angelina were sent into repeat 300.

I left. No amount of pleading from Angelina could make me stay. Yes, my destiny, according to her, was to let my sister kill herself, let my family split apart, give up my future, and all for a girl who I heard screaming at her siblings for no apparent reason and a "time loop" that my "guardian angel" is the only one other than me who can save the world? Yeah, I don't think so. I'm a family-oriented person, always have been. For a while, I believed Angelina. She has always been a very kind and supportive person, and what she was saying matched up with memories I had, but now they are barely present. It's hard to believe someone who's saying such outrageous things. Angelina has become a good friend of mine, but I've been planning this ever I had an instinct that Chloe is in pain. I don't know how I didn't see it before, but now that I do, I can't abandon her. It takes all day to fly there, but I arrive, and I check my phone. There's a new message and it's from Chloe.

"Hey bro. Um, can you call me? I miss you. It seems like we've barely talked since you left to pursue your dreams in New York. I understand if you're busy, but I kinda need my big bro right now."

You don't have to wait for long, Chloe. I'm home.

I pick up my rental car and drive to my house for the first time in a while. It's been a year since Angelina first reached out to me. Now, I'm doing everything she never wanted me to. I walk up to my doorstep, grab the spare key that my parents have kept hidden on the underside of our house number plaque since Chloe was born.

As I enter the house that I left, I can't help but wonder if Angelina was right? Did I make the wrong decision coming back here on a hunch? Just then, I hear a noise coming from the kitchen and crying. Chloe.

I run to her as she holds the knife in her hands. "Chloe?" I plead with her, "Chlo, it's ok. I'm home now. Please, just hand me the knife."

She does, and then I give her the biggest hug I can remember ever giving. She may be safe now, but she isn't out of the woods yet.

"I need help, Zeke. I'm so sorry…"

"Hey, don't apologize. I'm sorry that I didn't realize the pain you were in before."

"I didn't let anyone know."

"But I'm your big brother. I should have known before."

I call our parents, and they rush home. We all embrace, and it's the first family hug in a long time. I made the right decision in coming home. But, wait, why did I come home again? I remember that I had the feeling that Chloe needed me, and that my friend, Angelina, had come to see me before. She must have been there to help me pack, but how did I even get the vibe that Chloe wasn't ok.

"Zeke," Chloe asks me, "why did you come home? I hadn't even texted you yet when you had gotten on that plane."

"I guess…I just had a feeling?"

"Oh what," she says, slightly back to the version of Chloe that we all know and love, "are you some kind of empath now or something?"

I laugh, she laughs, we all laugh. We have a long way to go, but we're back together now.

The next week, Chloe is going to her first therapy session, and I start working on transferring my credits and applying to our local university. Very different atmosphere, but it's a needed change.

Months go by, and Chloe is doing better. I'm starting college again in just three weeks. I now work with my mom. I can't be a chef like she is, but my job as a waiter has allowed me to get my own apartment. I am nervous to move out, but Chloe will be ok now. I'm not too far away if she ever needs me, and she's getting the help she needs. Just before I leave to my new apartment, I get a letter from Angeline Meyer in the mail. I open it, and am confused at what I see.

"Hey, Zeke,

I assume, since you're not back in NYC, that your sister is ok? I know you probably don't remember the fight we had, but I was hormonal and I'm sorry. I was having a rough day, and I hope you're doing ok. It would be nice if we could call sometimes? My number is still in your phone, I hope. Also, maybe someday I could come to San Francisco to visit? You always told me about how much you love it, and I've never been. Maybe Pete and the baby could come too? It would be amazing to see where my best friend grew up and meet the people who made you who you are.

Take care of yourself, and I'll hopefully hear from you soon.

Well wishes,

Angelina."

I had completely forgotten that we were pen pals! Also, Pete? Wait, Pete! Pete is her boyfriend, I remember now! But who is the baby? Are Pete and Angelina having a baby?! Woah. That was unexpected. Out of all the people I met in my freshman year of college, Lina was the one that I least expected to become a teen mom.

I drive my new Prius to my first solo apartment. As I turn the key in the door handle, I feel at home, and like an independent adult. Nobody can make decisions for me, not my parents, roommates, friends, or even Chloe. Being the big brother, I will usually let Chlo make the decisions, but I can dream.

Returning home and making the big move was terrifying, but it's paid off. I finally feel like a good brother, one that's worthy of an amazing little sister like Chloe. I can't wait to see who my sister becomes in her adult life, and I will never forget what she's been through to get there. It's hard to think about losing Chloe, but I don't have to. She's ok, I'm ok, and the Landon family is stronger than ever.