May 31, 2021
you and i just come from very different places. / for madani
DETRANSITION, BABY.
“mm,” dinah murmurs in tacit agreement, tries not to think about how she sometimes wonders if they’re made of the same stuff, deep down—scraped together from cast-offs of the same cosmic mold. she doesn’t believe in being made in anyone’s image, not really, but she can’t read an article about quantum entanglement these days without thinking about the matching bullets in their skulls and the invisible scars the same man left on both of them.
if fate, predestination, any of that means anything, this would be a hell of a way to find out.
“—and here we are anyway.”