@werechampions, van & van <3
you squeeze your eyes shut, like you could blink the vision of you off like a TV.
when you don't just disappear, you curse under your breath, rubbing your eyes. you know yourself better, though you wish you didn't. you know yourself enough to know that you won't just up and leave your side: and how hard it is to shake the memory of you off.
it took a long time to win a home for this kid inside the better parts of yourself, in your video store — but they're trapped in the terror of your life, where they will deal their way out to bring you everywhere you've been since. the circular logic of this feels fucking nauseating. logically, this kid shouldn't know any of this yet. the hope in their eyes says they've got to. you look away from it.
(if this were a time travel movie, you two would have seriously fucked with events in the timeline even worse. if you could fuck with anything worse.)
"you again," you say to yourself when nobody but you is around to hear it. your mouth feels like static. "what're you that desperate for entertainment options?" it's disingenuous because you know the answer. attempting to ask what you need to hear, you stop short when you struggle with how to ask it, "where — ?"
are you, are we?