[ WP ] Every time you fall asleep , you are given two options : Continue or Retry . Continue , you wake up to the next day as usual . Retry , you wake up to the day you just had . The catch : your body remains the same even if you retry a day .

She began to laugh a tear away. Her breaths quaky and irregular. I'm so sorry I did this. I just wish I could have spent more time with her. It's funny how my gift to relive days just makes me want to revisit them more. It just makes the memories more painful knowing I could have relived the greatest days over and over. I must have purposed to her at least 20 times. Eventually not even to change something. Just to see her in that dress. Just to hear her shock and see her sparkling eyes outshine even the ring. 
 
 It hurts even more knowing I could have spent the rest of my life in that day. But I know I ca n't retry too many times. I'm burning my life away. Correction, I've already burnt my life away. I should only be forty, but I gave up my health to see Shaun walk for the first time a dozen times, or to not forget our anniversary. I'm withered by what should have been a superpower and now I'm hacking up blood from a cancer that should n't have developed tell we were retired. I'm a fool. And so I'll hold her in this day again. Wrapped in a deep scaring pain from the fact that I know I'm a fucking fool. Now I graze over the memories like their broken glass in murky water. Cutting a red hot infection into my feet as my body falls apart. Those memories remind me that she does n't know about the time I spent all our money on tickets to Disney World, or kissed her that first time after college graduation, or that one time I almost killed her ex for harassing her. I've spent double the amount of time with her that she spent with me. I spent days that know one will remember after I'm gone. I spent them, at the cost of the rest of our lives. 
 Now I'm paying the loans back with the constant pressure of a tumor under my lungs while she is still young and beautiful as ever. 
 
 They think I'm 40. I've lived in days that will never be. I payed my debts to see her smile. Now I'm watching her cry, trying to hide a slow aching sorrow behind laughter and running makeup. The doctors said I wo n't make the night, that there is nothing they could do, that the cancer spread way faster than they expected. They say I should have had more time, that they must of missed something. I tell them it's okay, knowing I was the one who missed something. I missed the consequences. I lacked the self control to live a normal life and now I'm paying the debt back in blood. So as I fade into sleep, and she fades into a sorrow that will rot her from the inside out until she learns to love the parts of her that are n't already dead, I look at the familiar choice. CONTINUE OR RETRY. I tell it I want to continue my life, but as I fall into the murky waters of sleep I know I ca n't.
