“you wouldn’t have to suffer or grieve.”

he interrupts.

. . .

a deep inhale.
before releasing a sigh of defeat.

“i can’t ever win with you. you are lucky i ain’t ever thought about erasing you from this existence, babe.”

once again, he begins to hover off the ground. moving forward.
a sigh.

“you have the ability to rewrite the fucking future. you have the ability to change literally anything, dude!”

she shoves him away, walking deeper into the emporium. the dark halls illuminating with every step she takes.

“we don’t have to suffer or grieve-“

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