[ both the surprise at the message and the solitude of the early morning eclipse a kneejerk response for anger. paul isn't someone he makes a habit of thinking about, but his shitty face has crossed his thoughts more often than he finds comfortable, kicking up memories of that strange month. ]
weren't you preoccupied with someone else?
[ as if the same can't be said for him at any given moment, in any given universe. ]
Yes. I get preoccupied a lot. But I had an affection for you, that I don't think was so clear to either of us at the time. With time, that most precious of all resources, I think it could've turned into love.
text — un: PAULSTARKOV
( sent at an awkward time of day — much too early in the morning, for anyone other than prophets or chefs to be awake. )
Do you think our alternate selves ever would’ve found happiness with each other?
I was wondering. This is Paul, by the way.
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weren't you preoccupied with someone else?
[ as if the same can't be said for him at any given moment, in any given universe. ]
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But I had an affection for you, that I don't think was so clear to either of us at the time. With time, that most precious of all resources, I think it could've turned into love.
I like to imagine it did. Everyone deserves that.