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Never, Always

We’re in a field of flowers, yellow and purple and blue. You’re the prettiest thing there, dressed in soft grey clothes, cloudlike and serene.

You spin in a circle, arms outstretched, joyful in that moment. I can’t take my eyes off of you. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

We’re in a tearoom, with dark wood walls and furnishings, straw mats on the floor. I sit, cross-legged, and you lay back with your head in my lap, dark hair spilling across your face. I need to comfort you, though I don’t understand why. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be here for you, like you have been for me.

I touch your face to wipe away your tears, and the look you give me makes my heart ache. You’ll never be mine. I’ll always be yours.

“Not in this timeline, dearest one. But somewhere else, we are together,” you promise me.

I have no choice but to believe you.

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