I stare at the person sitting across from me in disbelief. Was this actually an aged version of myself? The woman must have sensed my confusion since she took in a sharp breath and began to talk. “You’re not imagining things,” she says in a voice oddly similar to mine. “I am what you’ll look like in a matter of 10 years.” She was slightly more pale than I was, with marks across her neck and face. Red streaks from burning tears stained her face. “What happened to you- to us” I questioned, eyes wide with unfiltered horror. She looked down at my phone which lay on the table with the screen facing upwards. “He’s going to text you when I leave. Save yourself a life of pain and walk away as soon as he does,” she tells me in a hushed tone. I barely had any time to question her words as she stood up. She gives me a sad smile as she walks away, but says nothing. While I processed the events that just partook, a text from my boyfriend illuminated my screen.