"A "real" world. How arrogant are you to think yours is the only one? There are infinite more. You have to open your mind. They touch one another, pressing up in a long line of lands, each just as real as the last. All have their own rules. Some have magic, some don't, and some need magic."
Like a path a girl treads slowly. The first lesson was hope, and I remember it as if I am watching it right now, right here. The words echo in time, but time seems to suddenly shorten.
The last lesson was acceptance. I am most sure I understood the first one, but I can not be sure I quite understood this.
To love both parts of us? To love all hundred parts? And make peace with them all?
The clock says it's five. Will I sit for a tea with the dark, or will I run away from this home and this city in a stolen 50s car? I can do both, good Lord, I can do both. My eigtheen year old self stands. In a scale of thirteen to seventeen, how lost is she?
I hope that one day I will understand. Or something of the kind.
The arrow points towards the person you hate the most. For the last years the minutes have told a lot of different things.
""You really believe you're better than me? Stronger than me? Because you think you filled that nasty little hole inside you with love and friendship and hope? Well, you've been fooling yourself, because you haven't. I'm still what's inside you. I am all that will ever be there. (...) I hate you."
"But I don't. Not anymore. (...) I'm going to do what we never could. I'm going to be brave for the both of us and choose love over hate. (...) I'm taking back some of your darkness. Our darkness."
"Thank you."
"Just promise me you won't waste a single minute."
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