I am August Wright, and it seems I can't do anything right. I've reached this conclusion while standing on the last rock in space. I just watched the only person who ever cared about me turn into cosmic dust. They'll probably form as part of a star in a few billion years or so—not that I would be around to see it.

I honestly don't even understand how I am currently alive in the vacuum of space—maybe it's connected to whatever phenomenon that has caused me to experience this nightmare in the first place. 

I don't know who or what gave me this ability in the first place, but it was pretty damn cruel of them to make me the last living creature in my galaxy. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do next; everything's already gone to hell. 

Am I just supposed to stand here and starve to death, waiting for the start again? What will even be left at the beginning this time? My time shortens with each instance—so what is the point of continuing? I wish the option to not continue was even available. 

Besides the absolute rage I feel for this useless skill, it's all I have to hold on to. I've lost the ability to feel any other emotion at this point. I just feel so mentally drained. Where did it all start, exactly? How many years ago was it? Some decades? A few centuries? Possibly even over a millennium. There is no way to keep track of time anymore. The very planet it existed for is but dust floating on the solar winds.

Sticking my hand out in front of me, I wove it through the dispersing debris. Nothing. I couldn't feel the texture, the temperature, nor the pressure of any of it. Was I unfeeling to that extent, or had I finally reached the end of this curse, and was my consciousness all that remained? 

The only reason I even remember my name is because I repeat it to myself over and over every chance I get. Because if I don't, I might not recognize myself like I don't recognize or feel anything about the boy who just disappeared in front of me. I felt something inside me churn. Something inside was trying to fight its way out, fueling the anger, but I didn't understand it enough to let it free.

Who are you? Why did you look at me like that? Was it because you knew you were dying, or was it because of me? Did I do that to you? Yeah, maybe. I'm the one stuck in this loop, after all. Whenever I try to fix anything, the end just comes faster. Perhaps I rushed your ending, too. If I remembered his name, I might have been able to at least memorialize him in my memories. 

What did you call me? How did we meet? Why did you stay with me until the end? Did you feel anything as the apocalypse claimed us? Questions are all I can ask when I don't feel any emotions as time resets. 

I've never received any answers to my questions. Am I really stuck in a loop, or am I being thrown into parallel timelines or alternate dimensions, giving me a chance to try and save them as well? If I had all my memories, I might have had an inking. 

Ah… is that the answer? Since I'm going back anyway - can't I just go back to the start and forget everything? Hmm… Let's do that. This round was a scratch, anyway, back to the beginning. I've been stuck in this loop for far too long that my mind is already jumbled up from the overload of memories. I might come up with a different ending if I forget it all and try something new. Yeah, let's do it. One last try doesn't hurt anything more than it's already wrecked, anyway. 

I looked up at the disappearing surroundings. Whoever you are, I hope you won't be unlucky enough to cross paths with me again. If saving you from both the ending and myself means sacrificing what's left of my memories, why not? It's about time I take some risks.

Is there even anything left to hold on to now that the only person who knew me is gone as well? It's frustrating… Ah, look at that. I do feel something other than anger. Come back, boy I don't know. I think life hurts a little without you in it. Is this what it means to miss someone? 

Go away. I don't want to feel these things now that it's over. If all I remember are these lingering attachments, I might make a mistake; I might choose you over the world. Rewinding before I met you is for the best. Letting you go here… will keep you safe from me. After all, this time I ended the world in only a few weeks. 

But why were you here with me at the end when the world had already long vanished? I look down at my dusting body and back to the void where you once stood as I ponder. Has this happened before? Were you always at the end with me? Why don't I remember at least that much?

Someone once said, 'You will never experience something like this again for the first time.' They couldn't have been more right. Can't I go back to just a moment before I started experiencing these loops? Even a mere second? Please, whatever force it was that cursed me with this dreaded ability. Let me experience it for the first time. I implore you.

Let me change this ridiculously oppressive fate and almost painful end. All I feel now are my nerve synapses screaming at me as they disappear one by one. I close my eyes as I will my entire existence with all the strength I have left, and pray to whoever is listening. Just even one second further back. Even if it means you take all that's left of me.

Or… just end me now. Let this be my last blink. Take this final breath from me, I beg you.