All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

On the Eighth Day of ChristmasMy True Love gave to me Eight Maids a MilkingSeven Swans a SwimmingSix Geese a Laying Five Golden Rings Four Calling BirdsThree French HensTwo Turtle DovesAnd a Partridge in a Pear Tree. Lila, heaving and panting, her anger worn down by the long trek to the train station, walked in, turning around to push the doors open with her back, rather than bringing her arms up to use the door handle properly. The lights were a pale yellow and made everything look slightly sickly as she tried to walked the few paces that it took to reach the desk. There was a seating area off to the side where there were two vending machines, one full of snacks and the other full of cold drinks, with a coffee and hot chocolate machine next to them both, a collection of chairs pushed up against the walls at either side with the customary potted plant that made one wonder if it was actually real or not and demanded to be touched to find out. The ticket booth was at the fro

He wasn't ready.Emmet was not ready.He was not at all ready in the slightest with so much to lose if this all went wrong.Jasper had already left him once and if he went away again, before Emmet had gotten his answers, then he knew that he would be crushed. This opportunity now was something of a miracle, and it was far too unlikely that this would happen again. It just wasn’t going to happen. This was the only time for him to be able to find out what had happened. There was no more future for him after this. And it already felt like this was a hazy dream, even with the soft blanket panic that was slowly wrapping around his brain and smothering the edges of the world. He needed to know why he had been abandoned. He needed to know why he had been left all alone. He needed to why this has happened, even after all that they had been through, He needed to know. He needed to learn.He needed this. And this was

On the Tenth Day of ChristmasMy True Love gave to me Ten Lords a LeapingNine Ladies DancingEight Maids a MilkingSeven Swans a SwimmingSix Geese a Laying Five Golden Rings Four Calling BirdsThree French HensTwo Turtle DovesAnd a Partridge in a Pear Tree.   Lila had only ever taken the train with her father, and she had only gone with him because her mother. She had decided that she never wanted to see Lila’s face again, for the third time that month and Lila enacted the strategy that she had settled on months ago: avoiding the older woman like the plague until at least three hours had passed to let her hopefully calm down. For over a month, her father had decided that he had wanted to visit a locomotive exhibition and had chosen a particular museum to go to, after planning the trip for two week

Jasper was walking away from Emmet. He was leaving him again, after giving Emmet the means to return back to him even. He was leaving. He was leaving!   Emmet dropped his partially eaten sandwich on the floor and scrambled backwards towards the staircase, not at all looking where he was particularly going, with the muscles of his legs protesting each and every step he took forwards as he, unthinkingly and without any thought at all for the consequences of his actions, pounded down the stairs, socks on his feet only and not even any shoes. One mis step was all that it took for Emmet to end up flying backwards, his head unwillingly tilting downwards to look up at the ceiling as his back met with the wooden and uncovered stairs with extreme pain and perceived prejudice. Without dignity and grace, Emmet fell down the stairs of Lila's house, each bone in his body jutting out and rattling in place as seemingly each and every sur

On the Eleventh Day of ChristmasMy True Love gave to me Elven Piper's Piping Ten Lords a LeapingNine Ladies DancingEight Maids a MilkingSeven Swans a SwimmingSix Geese a Laying Five Golden Rings Four Calling BirdsThree French HensTwo Turtle DovesAnd a Partridge in a Pear Tree.   The train had been warm, and outside of it, now daytime, Lila found herself even warmer and constantly looking down at the letter that she had received from her future self in her hand. She ignored the small part of her brain that whispered that wearing her coat was a mistake and that she ought to take it off because she looked absolutely ridiculous in it. There was no map for her to follow in the letter, not that she would even be able to use one considering the absolutely pathetic sense of direction