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"You sought to break time. To make a perfect world you tore apart everything that was, had been and could have been."
Kaylin peels back worn pages from a cracked letter cover. Old ink brushed her fingertips. Pages folded a thousand times.
"You sought to break time. And you succeeded. Your perfect world existed. Between pockets of what once was mine."
Words shivered. Letters shrank. Numbers filled the margins. Meaning lost to those numbers.
"You sought to break time. But even the worst breaks must mend. Wounds will heal. Time will return. And I wait."

Kaylin laces cold fingers through knots of hair. Pieces of memories whisper words of the past. Reasons she once had known. Burdens she had dropped. Promises she had broken… time. Time and numbers. Zephyr.
"You are not a god. Time is not yours. We make our own destiny." He had nodded.
"I need to fix what has been broken."
"Or break what has just been fixed." Through the window Tokyo burns. People fold like paper. Billow away into ash.
"And I wait… Tokyo by fire… Paris… by storm..."

Kaylin slams the book. A memory. A future. An existence that had never come to pass. Recorded in the text. Locked between swimming letters and etched probability. Already fading.

Paris. The next gate was at Paris. The next disaster they had diverted. The next one Darus was to undo. December calendar page presses to her thigh from her pocket. She stands, tucks the book heavy and hot under her arm and looks back towards the city. Tokyo shudders and shimmers. Fire shatters and spins towards the blinding gate. People stand. Lungs taste the fleeting flames. Death lost. The perfect world.
Jackson stays lost. The price.

She sucks air. Runs. Light burns. Space falls away behind.

Description
"You sought to break time. To make a perfect world you tore apart everything that was, had been and could have been."
Kaylin peels back worn pages from a cracked letter cover. Old ink brushed her fingertips. Pages folded a thousand times.
"You sought to break time. And you succeeded. Your perfect world existed. Between pockets of what once was mine."
Words shivered. Letters shrank. Numbers filled the margins. Meaning lost to those numbers.
"You sought to break time. But even the worst breaks must mend. Wounds will heal. Time will return. And I wait."

Kaylin laces cold fingers through knots of hair. Pieces of memories whisper words of the past. Reasons she once had known. Burdens she had dropped. Promises she had broken… time. Time and numbers. Zephyr.
"You are not a god. Time is not yours. We make our own destiny." He had nodded.
"I need to fix what has been broken."
"Or break what has just been fixed." Through the window Tokyo burns. People fold like paper. Billow away into ash.
"And I wait… Tokyo by fire… Paris… by storm..."

Kaylin slams the book. A memory. A future. An existence that had never come to pass. Recorded in the text. Locked between swimming letters and etched probability. Already fading.

Paris. The next gate was at Paris. The next disaster they had diverted. The next one Darus was to undo. December calendar page presses to her thigh from her pocket. She stands, tucks the book heavy and hot under her arm and looks back towards the city. Tokyo shudders and shimmers. Fire shatters and spins towards the blinding gate. People stand. Lungs taste the fleeting flames. Death lost. The perfect world.
Jackson stays lost. The price.

She sucks air. Runs. Light burns. Space falls away behind.