STRING THEORY.
You’ve known Gojo Satoru for 11 years, 2 months, and 8 days.
You’ve been married to him, the CEO of Gojo Enterprises, for 3 weeks, 4 days, and 1 hour.
In between, you hadn’t seen him for 10 years.
Time is a strange thing, isn’t it? The way it filters in only what’s important? One day you’re dreaming of seeking stars with the white-haired ace of the Physics Department, speaking of plastering your names across every billboard and headline, breaking into every scientific magazine. And then the next, he disappears.
And perhaps in the next, you’re arranged to be married to him: a man who’s now more unfamiliar to you than strangers, more distant than the stars. Honestly, it feels like time travel.
But you didn’t believe in time travel. You had more pressing issues; like figuring out how to divorce this bastard without your family finding- at least, that’s until you blink—and you find yourself back on top of a dingy campus roof, seeking stars with a boy you loved 11 years, 2 months, and 8 days ago.
Unknown/ nth.
PROLOGUE OUT NOW <3
