Falling through forever

My name is Rae Kemp, and I am not ordinary—at least, I’ve come to realize that much. December 31st marks the day of my death. Every year, without fail, I die on this day, only to wake again on January 1st, 2025. It’s a cruel loop, a relentless cycle where I live and die, over and over.

For countless years, I’ve endured this endless pattern, searching for something—or someone. And now, I know. It’s him. I was meant to find him, to fall for him, and to give my heart away completely. But loving him means surrendering to this fate, letting myself die again and again, all for the brief, fleeting moments I can call him mine.