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self care for : jon & martin (tma; dualfictive) with focus on more than just the eye and the lonely as well as hints of the web
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I don't really even have memories of it yet. Just feelings. Vague feelings, quick flashes. Enough to relate songs to characters I should know nothing about. Just a few, but it's there. Like a pressure in the back of my mind. It's not as upsetting as it first was, no. But it's still disconcerting. Looking him in the eyes, wondering "did you know me? Did you know me before we met here? Did we share a timeline? Was that death I saw really yours, or just one version of you? And if it was you I knew, and still do, what does it say that I forgive you? Of course I forgive you. I'll never be as mad at you as I am at them."
And what if I'm wrong? And misunderstanding this? And I'm not one of yours, and still only myself? Why then is it creeping in my mind like this, some show I don't really know enough about to say? But you're still here, you're still here. So what does it mean for me? Two of you now, but why? Surely it must mean some reason, coincidences don't feel like this. I feel sick weather I look at it through the lense of confirmation or doubt.
I try not to dwell on it much. But it's there, in my mind. And you are here too, no matter what it means.
-🥀💉
