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"Don't be so defeatist." His chuckle loomed.
Her glare hardened on what was a reflection of her future, perhaps one of many. The figure spoke no words, and her chest did not flex with air. She simply stared back with a cunning grin. Unwavering. Fearless.
The symphony of eternity wrapped itself around her. She closed her eyes to welcome the journey back home, but still wondered… Had anyone made this journey as well before her? Or after?
To a place where all things were and will be?
A question for another day. Perhaps, maybe even someone else…
"And by morning's light he was famous, and our fortune preserved. The value of ashen remnants doubling.. His family name would be known.. forever. I have refused to see him since but often I do wonder how he feels knowing the only paintings to have survived..
Were of me. Of us."
Lou finally spoke up, "Alright well, Malcolm isn't here either- So buddy, I hate to say it but maybe she decided to run back to the nepo baby?" "Are you KIDDING?" Vi erupted. "What? She has a track record!"
"I'm gonna fireball Lou." Norma glanced to Cabbo. "That's reasonable."
🖤See you next time after everyone's birthdays.🖤
The End.
“Ha! Never!" His shoulders weakened as they always had, "It's just-"
"I know." Softly, she interrupted him, "You never have to explain to me how much you love us. But.. we worried about you too. I was terrified we had lost you.. But we can’t live in fear all the time. So..trust them?"
"Abraca-Fuck-You."
