All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

“Are those the nanobots that I made for the assassination operation?” Emmet asked, his eyes wide and spooked. He leaned forward, ready to take the purple gem, but Lila yanked herself away, scooting backwards before fiddling at the back of her neck and unclasp the necklace. She let it drop down into her lap and unthreaded the chain out of the little hole at the top of the gem, before throwing it over to Emmet. It bounced off of his hands and he scrabbled around trying to catch it, before he managed to get a good grip of the little casing and managed to cradle it in his hands. He stared down into it for a moment, before taking a gulp. “We have to destroy this,” he whispered, gazing down with something akin to terror in his eyes,” We have to destroy this.” “Don’t you fucking dare! If I didn’t have this, then I would never have remembered that I met Jasper. I would have been gaslighted to hell and back and I would think that Jasper was never real!

“You were just a child. You’re still a child. I shouldn’t have put so much stress on you, or expected you to be at the same level as I am about it all,” Jasper whispered into Lila’s hair, stroking over the top of her head. He continued on holding her, even as his knees grew tired and he sunk down into the plush carpet that was the floor. She continued on hiding her face from him, and as the sun sank below the horizon, Emmet left to bring the remains of their outdoor meal inside. As soon as he left, Lila spoke. “I knew that you were right,” she mumbled out, revealing a face that was completely and totally blank. Her eyes were watering, but her voice and expression were completely level and calm. If it weren’t for her tears and what she had just done, Jasper wouldn’t have known what she was feeling. “And I knew what my family were doing. They weren’t nearly as subtle as they thought that they were, and I… too wish that I could have at least murd

Lila could hear the two men discussing their feelings in her office. She sat there in the hallway after righting where Emmet had put the table that had been outside, considering that he had literally brought it inside the building and left it in front of the open door. He at least had the sense to put the uneaten food upstairs, but Lila couldn’t help but be annoyed that he hadn’t shown the same dedication to her much more valuable table. She dragged through the hallway and lifted it up over the boundaries and the main counter of the café, crawling underneath the lift up flap to get to the other side, before pulling the table down. Wiping off all the dust and dirt, repolishing the surface and laying the appropriate table cloth on top, Lila prepared it for the next day of work, before checking the clock and seeing that it was now half past eight. The new enough light fixtures that she and Kai had both worked on were doing extremely well for the café, and lookin

The next day, Jasper was waiting for Lila when she ducked out of the café after the morning rush. She entered the downstairs kitchen to pull out a bowl of bread dough that she had put in the fridge to bake for the lunch rush that would come in two hours or so. Jasper looked a lot more well rested, with his hair slightly damp that Lila could only assume was from a shower. He wore the new set of clothes that Lila had laid out for him, his limbs and face slightly more full and filling up the arm holes of the shirt. He was perched on one of the stools in her kitchen and was eating the rest of the smoothie that she had made him for breakfast, made from all of last week’s remaining fruits and berries, more berries than fruit thanks to a strawberry sale. “Everything alright?” Lila asked him as she moved to put on an apron and sprinkle some flour down on her workspace, dusting her hands with the white powder as she did so, before opening one of the fridges an

“It would be far more likely that some part of Emmet’s writings did survive and did bear a great resemblance to something within the times that it was discovered, and that someone chose the dates that Emmet put down in his diary as some kind of novelty. No one believes predictions about times in the future and it was more of a joke on this little scrap of paper than anything… and yes, I’ve told Emmet about this as well,” Jasper tried to rationalise. Even from where Lila was stood, she could still clearly see the distress on Jasper’s face, and she didn’t believe that he believed what he was saying. She could easily refute his words, by mentioning the fact that Ada Lovelace came up with the idea of machines that could display images and sounds, and the fact that Nikola Tesla predicted the modern phone fitting into people’s pockets and connecting people everywhere, but chose not to, for his own sake. “Jasper… what are the chances of someone in your future making