mazeways

it's just a memory. you know it didn't play out like that. it feels as though you cannot begin to conceptualize the issue, in part because some small part of the old you remains and lives on. maybe there's a way to change things. maybe there's a way to make it different.

you shift in bed. it's past 3 in the morning and you're on a call with Muzzle, both of you writing in silence. you can't talk about what's on your mind right now without giving it away, without spoiling the spell. not until you've worked out a theory.

ask Muzzle if she thinks you could change things
ask Muzzle if she can hear that noise

{ quit mazeway }