(But how will you find me?)
There are only so many parallel universes that concern him.
In them, he always finds him too late. In one, with his name written on gravestone, body five meters buried; in another, with him holding another person’s hand. In some, in the worst some, without him in existence at all. In them, he thinks he ceases to exist just the same.
The time reads eleven something -- he’s forgotten what comes of the latter -- morning, afternoon and night of little to no importance. His back of his head hits the window of the moving train, barred from the ever changing scenery of a city still at dusk. Instead, his eyes are trained on the doors ahead of him, that have opened and closed for now, what he counts to be, twenty-two stations.
A voice comes out onto the speakers, and he catches her words just barely. Jamsil. The next station is Jamsil. He closes his eyes again, until the train stops and jerks him with it. When his eyes open again, the doors in front of him do the same. And he, he enters so easily through and onto the train to sit right across from him. Alec enters just like he’s entered into his life and never once left.
There are only so many parallel universes that concern him. In one, Alec isn’t dead. This is the only universe he wants to live in. The only universe he deems a universe.
(The universe will always lead me to you. The heart will always lead me to you.)
@adamonite
