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Would you rather that your one night stand kidnapped you and took you to a castle full of monsters, or that you’re really hallucinating in a mental hospital amidst a divorce-induced psychotic break?
“Hate to interrupt, but I don’t think we’re at the sexually charged banter portion of the show!”
“Okay, I changed my mind, the wings aren’t scary. Let’s go, fly boy. Beam me up or whatever.”
I am calm. Healed. Not at all toxic.
Definitely not calm, healed, or rational.
“Maybe they’re the same, but in a different timeline.” “What?” “You know, like a string theory thing. What if all the worlds are next to each other. Or maybe this world is inside the other one. Ooh, if I walk through a bookcase, do you think I’ll see Matthew McConaughey?”
I beam. If he thinks I’m going to argue with him about that just to be polite, he’s crazy. I’m about to have such a Veruca Salt moment. Daddy, buy me the magic craft store.
In my head, Gretchen Weiner’s voice screams, Oh my God, Alix. You can’t just ask people why they have legs!
I can do this.
I can’t fucking do this.
Doesn’t she realize I’m fucking dying, and she’s thinking about the library?
At that exact moment, a deafening crack sounds through the air, making sleeping birds take flight in the nearby trees. The ice breaks beneath me, and I scream as the ground literally falls out from under me and I drop into dark icy water.
Evidently, grief is also an instinctual emotion.
You don’t love her, if you did–” If he did he’d feel like he was dying. I’m sure I’m dying.
I’d gladly sacrifice my last minutes with you if it means you’re safe.”