The Girl Who Walked Into Another Time
Does love truly change a person?
Or does it simply reveal who they were always meant to become?
Perhaps tonight’s story will help us understand.
Yuri was different from the other girls at her high school.
Not louder. Not brighter. Just… heavier. As if she carried something invisible on her shoulders.
The reason was simple—poverty.
She lived in a small, aging apartment with her mother. Every dream Yuri had felt fragile, like glass. She wanted to study at a good school, to escape the narrow streets of her town—but she already knew the truth. Dreams required money, and money was something their family no longer had.
Her father had died years ago.
Not from illness.
Not from an accident.
He died saving another child.
That single act of heroism left Yuri and her mother alone, struggling through life with nothing but memories and regret. On the surface, people praised him. But inside Yuri, resentment quietly grew.
That night, she came home soaked in exhaustion. She dropped her bag and sat silently in the corner. Her mother noticed and tried to comfort her.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “One day, you’ll get into a good college.”
Yuri didn’t answer.
She already knew that hope without money was just another lie.
Anger rose in her chest—hot, painful, unfair. And before she could stop herself, the words escaped.
“If he wanted to be a hero,” Yuri said bitterly,
“he could’ve at least left us some money.”
Silence filled the room.
Her mother’s face collapsed. In a moment of heartbreak and frustration, she slapped Yuri.
The sound echoed louder than it should have.
Yuri stared at her mother, stunned. Then she ran.
She didn’t care where she went.
Rain poured from the sky as if the night itself was crying. Yuri walked without direction until she noticed a dark opening carved into a hillside—a cave. Inside were broken tools, rusted metal, and abandoned scraps.
She curled up inside.
“I’ll sleep here,” she whispered.
“Tomorrow, I’ll go to school like nothing happened.”
When she woke up, the world was wrong.
The town was gone.
No buildings.
No roads.
No cars.
Only endless green fields stretching beneath a pale sky.
Weak from hunger and fear, Yuri collapsed.
When she opened her eyes again, a man in a military uniform stood above her.
His name was Sukuma.
He gave her water, helped her stand, and led her to a small restaurant run by an elderly woman everyone called Aunt Churu. The woman fed Yuri without asking questions.
As Yuri ate, she noticed a newspaper on the table.
The date made her heart stop.
June 2, 1945.
Aunt Churu spoke calmly.
“That’s today’s paper.”
Yuri ran outside. Fighter planes roared overhead.
The truth hit her all at once.
She hadn’t gone somewhere else.
She had gone back.
Back to a world still burning in war.
That night, Aunt Churu gave Yuri a piece of chocolate.
“This is rare,” she said. “Only special soldiers receive it.”
The taste was unlike anything Yuri had ever known—rich, deep, unforgettable.
Over the next days, Yuri helped at the restaurant. She learned something strange: no soldier ever paid. Villagers brought food when they could. Everyone believed the soldiers were angels walking toward death.
Sukuma often came with other pilots.
When Yuri thanked him for the chocolate, one soldier placed his chocolate on her tray. Then another. And another—until every soldier had given theirs.
“We’re fighter pilots,” one explained.
“This is given to us because we don’t know if tomorrow exists.”
The word die changed everything.
Later, Sukuma took Yuri to a hill covered in white lilies.
The air felt unreal. Peaceful. Suspended.
“Aren’t you afraid?” Yuri asked.
Sukuma looked at the sky.
“I serve my country. Why should I fear?”
“But war never gives anything back,” Yuri replied.
“It only takes.”
Sukuma smiled—not in agreement, but with quiet respect.
“You’re brave,” he said.
That night, Yuri couldn’t sleep.
She knew the future.
She knew Japan would fall.
And she knew Sukuma didn’t.
Days passed. Arguments broke out. Soldiers spoke proudly of sacrifice. Yuri spoke of life. No one won.
Then she saw the truth of war.
Bombs fell like rain.
Homes vanished. Families disappeared.
Yuri ran back toward the restaurant—but debris crushed her beneath rubble.
As darkness closed in, she heard her name.
Sukuma pulled her free and carried her to safety.
“If something happened to you,” he whispered,
“I would never forgive myself.”
That night, Sukuma spoke with a friend who wanted to abandon the war for love.
In the morning, the soldiers came to say goodbye.
Yuri knew.
They weren’t returning.
She begged Sukuma to stay.
He didn’t turn back.
The planes took off.
One by one.
Yuri screamed his name until her voice disappeared.
Then—darkness.
She woke up inside the cave.
Cars passed outside.
Buildings stood tall.
It was 2024.
She ran home. Her mother held her tightly, crying.
Everything felt different now.
At school, Yuri visited a war museum.
There—on the wall—was Sukuma.
His photograph.
His name.
And a letter.
“Dear Yuri,
I never told you how I felt because I knew you would stop me from leaving.
Live freely.
Follow your dreams.
Maybe somewhere, in another time, we will meet again.”
Yuri collapsed.
It was real.
All of it.
Later, she returned to the field.
Only one lily remained.
She touched it gently and finally understood.
Love doesn’t change history.
But it changes hearts.
And sometimes…
That is enough.
