The Shape of Words
Ten/Rose, ~2000 words, Teen-ish
Angst (seriously, it’s like 98% pathos)
EDIT: Constructive criticism and critique welcome on this one — feel free, negative opinions OK, and all that. I promise I won’t take offense.
EDIT #2: Ack, I forgot to thank helplesslynerdy, who read through this ages ago. Thaaaank you Ashley!
It’s a curious thing, causality. The possibilities of every microsecond, a spider web of moments, colliding, deflecting, forming probability vertices and bottlenecks of likelihood, or circling back on themselves, cementing fixed points and shunting other streams off into the infinite array of never-weres and might-have-beens.
And, every now and then, there’s the rare binary—one particular instance that spirals around itself, synchronous timelines never intersecting, and with each possibility equal in weight. A double helix of time, branching off from a single choice. Yes-or-no. On-or-off. He-loves-me, he-loves-me-not.
In this case, it’s definitely the former.