Ambassador of Lost Time

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Jonathan's hands trembled as he clutched the silver device The Ambassador had given him. Its surface glowed faintly, the intricate symbols pulsing with an otherworldly light. He stood in the park, watching Clara from a distance. She was still sitting on the bench, completely unaware of the role she played in the unraveling of reality. To her, this world was all she knew. To Jonathan, she was a ghost of a timeline that no longer existed.

He approached her slowly, his heart pounding. How could he do this? How could he erase someone who looked so real, so alive? But he knew he had no choice. The timeline was fractured, and if he didn't act, everything would collapse.

"Excuse me," Jonathan said, his voice shaky. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Clara looked up and smiled. "Of course not. Plenty of room."

Jonathan sat down beside her, the device hidden in his pocket. He glanced at her book—a novel he didn't recognize. "What are you reading?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, just a mystery," Clara said, holding up the cover. "It's about a detective who solves crimes by traveling through time. Pretty cheesy, but I like it."

Jonathan forced a smile. "Sounds interesting."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of what Jonathan had to do pressing down on him. He reached into his pocket and gripped the device, his fingers brushing against the symbols. He could feel its power, a low hum that seemed to resonate with his very soul.

"Clara," he said quietly, "do you ever feel like... you don't belong here?"

She looked at him, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

Jonathan hesitated. "Like maybe you're from somewhere else. Somewhere... different."

Clara laughed softly. "That's a strange question. But I guess everyone feels that way sometimes, don't they? Like they're out of place?"

Jonathan nodded, his throat tight. "Yeah. I guess so."

He took a deep breath and pulled out the device. Clara's eyes widened as she saw it, but before she could say anything, Jonathan pressed a button on its surface. A soft, golden light enveloped her, and for a moment, she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and fear.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan whispered. "This is the only way."

The light grew brighter, and then, in an instant, Clara was gone. The bench was empty, her book lying where she had been sitting. Jonathan stared at the spot, his chest aching with guilt. He had done it. He had erased her. But the cost felt unbearable.

Over the next few days, Jonathan used the device to locate and remove the other anomalies. Each one was harder than the last. There was **Marcus**, a kind-hearted musician who had been a close friend in one of the alternate timelines. There was **Lila**, a young artist whose paintings had inspired Jonathan to pursue his own creativity. And there was **Daniel**, a man who had saved Jonathan's life in a reality that no longer existed.

Each time, Jonathan felt a piece of himself die. He was no longer the man who had once sought to fix his past. He was something else now—a man burdened by the weight of his choices, a man who had sacrificed others to save the world.

Finally, there was only one anomaly left. Jonathan stood in front of a mirror, the device in his hand. The final anomaly was... himself.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He had been so focused on fixing the timeline that he hadn't considered the possibility that he, too, was an anomaly. His meddling with time had created countless alternate versions of himself, and now, one of them had crossed into this reality.

The mirror shimmered, and another Jonathan stepped through. He looked exactly the same, but his eyes were filled with a quiet desperation.

"You know what you have to do," the other Jonathan said. "I don't belong here. None of us do."

Jonathan stared at his double, his hands trembling. "But... if I erase you, what happens to me? Will I disappear too?"

The other Jonathan shook his head. "No. You're the original. You'll stay. But you have to let go of the past, Jonathan. You have to stop trying to fix what's already broken."

Tears welled up in Jonathan's eyes. He had spent so much time trying to rewrite his story, but now he realized that the only way forward was to accept it—flaws and all.

He raised the device and pressed the button. The other Jonathan smiled, a look of peace on his face, before disappearing in a flash of light.

Jonathan stood alone in the room, the device falling from his hand. It was over. The timeline was stable. But the cost had been too high.

As he walked out into the night, Jonathan felt a strange sense of clarity. He had lost so much, but he had also gained something invaluable—the understanding that life wasn't about perfection. It was about moving forward, one step at a time, even when the path was uncertain.

In the distance, he thought he saw a figure standing under a streetlamp. It was The Ambassador, watching him with a solemn expression. Jonathan nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they had shared. Then, The Ambassador turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows.

Jonathan took a deep breath and looked up at the stars. The past was behind him, and the future was unknown. But for the first time in a long time, he felt ready to face it.

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