He tried to speak into the phone but only the words "go--o gha... ha..." And mindless babble from the mouth of small baby still learning to talk was all that came out. He banged the phone on the receiver, as if thinking that it was the phone's fault that he was talking so foolishly. Getting even more irritated as he once again tried to speak through the phone he dropped it, where it slammed against the floor next to you. He looked down as if just realizing you were there and bent over the bed to see if you were ok.

He tried to climb down, slipping on the sheets as the shirt he wore swung haphazardly off his shoulder and threatened to fall off him entirely but a moment later he had dropped down onto his bare bottom. for a moment there was silence then he didn't know why -- he had never done it over something so small -- but he started crying. Tears falling down his cheek as he brought his now fat fists up to his eyes to try to stop himself crying.

He took his hands away from his face, looking at you and how cute you were as a baby, but unlike you his hair had only thinned, it was still as black and as thick as ever. "So -- s -- goh gwah..." He got even more upset that he couldn't tell you that he was sorry but he did not cry or show any inclination that he was going to again. He held out his hand for you to take, trying to explain all the things he couldn't say in one action. The burn that had once scarred his skin was all gone, replaced with soft skin and baby fat... like that night had not even happened.
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The young baby girl would just continue to sit there near the bed, the shirt she once wore covers her entire lower half of her body, as now her eyes have broken away from the mirror and now rest on the bed, she had hoped so badly that when he had climbed up onto the bed and got the phone that he would be able to speak and get help for them, but alas those hopes and dreams of rescue and salvation are dashed in an instance when he opens the mouth the string of babble that would escape his soft lips would strike fear into her heart. The last chance now flung out the window, so many thoughts run threw her head right now, but then all of a sudden her small body would jump with a fright as the phone is dropped of the bed and right near her, then a small head would poke over as he looks down at her.

She would watch as he leaned over the bed and then tried to get down to the ground, what was to happen next was enviable, his body had gotten sop small that his shirt was like a tent on him now, and it covered him up completely and hung off him, and seeing it covered his tiny legs and feet it only made sense that he would trip or slip and that’s what happened, as a thud could be heard as he landed on his bottom on the ground, his shirt having fallen off him and lying on the cold ground beside him. What would happen next was very unexpected, the fall was not that bad but yet the tears that rolled down his face and the way he looked it was clear he hurt himself, and oh how he cried, the wails that came out of him, it scared her a bit as she just watched this once tough man now a little crying baby.

Seeing him be like this was depressing but she could not do anything to help him, her soft eyes would cast down at the phone on the floor, it was still on and there was a voice on the other side, it kept repeating over and over “hello do you need help sir”, her eyes rest on it, he had failed but maybe if she tried her hardest she would do this, she moved a bit, shuffling her body forward, she seen you stop crying and calm down and extend your soft hand out to her, but she wont take it, there is still time, there is still hope.

She moves her tiny hands out and forward, she wraps her hands around the phone and picks it up, moving it to her ear she has trouble holding it but she has to try her best, she focuses al her adult mind and intelligence now on this, she opens her mouth, concentration she goes to speak. “Goog……gaaaw…….gaaa….”. Her eyes go wide, the phone slips out her hands and hit’s the ground, she had tried so hard, she really did, she wanted to get help but she cant, and even more worse its obvious from her size she is less than a year old now, maybe eight months. She looks down at your hand, seeing you hold it out like that, its so romantic, she wants to take it but her eyes watery up and she just burst into tears and starts crying like the baby she has become.
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He watched you try to talk on the phone, his hand still out to you but he seemed immobile as you tried your hardest to call for help. He crawled forward on his pudgy hands and legs as you started crying, trying not to slip over in the shirt that now covered his entire body but growing more loose with every passing moment. He came to rest next to you, catching his own reflection in the mirror, not realizing how strange it was to seem himself in another body, for this was not his... it was made this way through his own foolishness yet he could not stop to worry about himself.

"Kh... ay... wah..." He tired to tell you that it was ok... he was trying to calm you but without his words... he didn't think he could help what you were feeling. He frowned and looked down, almost as if he was pouting then he looked up at you smiling. This sudden change had only occurred because he thought of the happiness he felt when he was with you. As small as you were, he could still see who you were reflected in your eyes and this, above anything else, was what made him smile. His mind, so full of hate and disappointment was now filled with childish feelings but they were not lies and he was not hiding from anything, how could he, he was nothing more than a mere infant with the degrading mind of a teenager that kept slipping away with every passing moment. He raised his hand to wipe away your tears, only just noticing that his hands were quite small and soft. We'll be ok, he said to himself silently although he was not completely convinced of his unspoken words now reverberating through his mind... but soon it would not matter what he thought, for he feared that that too would disappear.
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She would just sit there for the time being, still the tears run down her face, she still wails like the child she has become, still crying, she cant control it and she can not stop it at all, even watching you move the way you did, to get to her you hand to crawl towards her and not walk like the man you once where. To watch you stop and then sit down directly in front of her, how close you where to her now, your body so close, your small tiny soft feet touch her own Your shirt having slide off your body now and resting in a heap around you much like her own, and oh how small you have become much like her you have gone down past the year of one, your age matching hers in every possible way imaginable. To watch you look in the mirror was even more worse, as it allows you to see what you have become, she wanted to be young but not this young and you doing this to her had only brought this onto yourself, threw your mind you may say this is not you, but yet you can not escape the simple fact that is really is you.

Having been crying this hard she would begin to calm down now, you words that you speak, even due they made absolutely no sense to an adults ears, to her now they made some sense, it as clear you could not speak right and you wont for a long time, but you just trying to form the words that would clam her down was good enough. Watching him lower his head and pout and then look up at her with a smile on his cute little face indeed now stopped her from crying. When your soft hand moves to her face she would look down at it and see that it was small and more softer and delicate, your age still dropping lightly, and it is clear from your eyes that you are losing who you once where, knowing that time is important to them both now, she would move, wriggling her body a bit she slides out of the shirt and moves a tiny bit forward more towards you, her arms would wrap around you as she basically is sitting on your tiny legs, her own legs going past your sides as she holds onto you tightly, she hugs you as tight as her small body would allow her, hugging you warmly and lovingly, it is clear that they both don’t have hours left, only minutes left with there teenage minds, they bodies have fully regressed to the age of infancy, they will be young and beautiful for ever, but it seems they are not permitted to kept the memories of there adult lives as they would wash away, everything that had happened in her life cleans away, the only thoughts that remain in her head for the time being are the memories of the person she is holding onto right now.
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Epilogue:

The two now small children were not left alone for long. A friend of the girl's found them... it is unclear what happened to the children after this uncommon situation but the realization that they were not going to grow old, that they understood more than a mere child of the age of 1 could, and that they held the DNA of the two missing teenagers intrigued "others" to the scene. It was then, in this strange moment where they disappeared. Those wanting their loved ones returned were sadly mistaken. They would stay missing forever, trapped in a world of youth and immortality.

The boy dwelled in the arts of evil and vengeance, bringing the person he loved down into the void with him. The only outcome of his actions was receiving the same degree of darkness, forced back upon the user. It is not what you he saw but the experience of evil that made it such a powerful and terrifying thing. He though that he could control it, bend it to his will, but he was mistaken as are those who believe that revenge is the only key to their happiness. Unfortunately the mistakes of evil are never known and so the process is repeated again and again...