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❛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚ ▎❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜ ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ,
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ꒱
❝ I WANTED TO SAY, IN
ANOTHER LIFE, I WOULD
HAVE REALLY LIKED DOING
LAUNDRY AND TAXES WITH
YOU ❞
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[ timeline 001 ]
Sometimes the universe doesn't line up exactly right. Whether it's because there's no God or She grows bored of her creation more quickly than other times, they don't get their happy ending right away. They have to fight for it, even if they're not aware that's what they're doing. Sometimes it can't be helped— they don't always come back as people, after all. Sometimes they're not anyone or anything; they just exist.
They exist in a primordial swamp at the beginning of the universe. Nine single-celled organisms without thoughts or brains or instincts float carelessly on the stinking, heaving mass that will one day become a livable planet. Not for them, though. Their matter will have passed on to the trees, to the air, to the very makeup of cosmos.
But in the beginning, there were nine of them. Two of the amoeba float closer together than the rest. Their pseudopodia stretch towards each other as if drawn by a force greater than they can fathom. They move closer and closer, becoming indistinct from one another until the first eukaryote is formed.
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[ timeline 057 ]
They do come back as marigolds once. This is the only time that they're not all the same species. Eight golden flowers cluster together in a park under the shade of a tree while the ninth is a vine that weaves around them, the plant's leaves are dark and shiny, full of life. The vine tangles amongst the marigolds, wrapping around one of them twice more than the others.
When a child comes along to pick the pretty flowers, she finds that the ivy is inextricably woven around the marigold's stem. It refuses to budge from the one it's wrapped around the most, so she has no choice but to take the ivy with her. When she shows her mother the pretty bundle, her mother frowns and tells her that ivy doesn't belong in a vase. The child shrugs carelessly and drops the flowers and the vine, leaving them to wither in the grass.
That's okay, though. There is always another timeline.
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[ timeline 103 ]
They're a little higher up on the food chain now. They come back as birds— a flock of nine. They have already caught scientific interest for being such a small group and they're fierce fighters. If another flock bothers them, they're able to successfully herd them off. When it's time to mate, two of the birds pair off. Even though they try, the female never lays an egg, which is an anomaly for the species. What really catches the scientists' attention is that the birds within the flock mate for life— something unheard of for this breed.
They take the birds into a lab for study. The eggless female dies due to the stress of the testing. Her mate pecks at the handlers' hands in revenge until they bleed.
That's okay, though. There is always another timeline.
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[ timeline 246 ]
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ━ five hargreeves
Fanfiction𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: you are going to die. does this worry you? ❪ tua s1 ⎯⎯⎯ 4 ❫ © 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙷𝚇𝚁𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚂 , 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
