A Warning From My Future Self Walk Away Before She Destroys You

This afternoon, I received a text message from seven years in the future.

The sender was listed as me—Julian.

I assumed it was some sick new scam. Without even thinking, I muttered, "Nice try, psycho."

Then a photo popped up on my screen. It was an empty bottle of sleeping pills.

[I'm not a scammer, but I am dying. Break up with Vanessa today. Today is the first day she cheats on you.]

[Her first love just got back in town. His name is Nathan Vance.]

I froze.

I was just about to scoff at the ridiculous lie—after all, I was Vanessa's first love.

Then, the front door swung open.