Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Saturday - 0

• Saturday •

Im going to be late...

I love you Grams- but I'm going to be late.

What if I miss him again?

Can we please talk later today?

You'd understand right? If I wanted to leave early this morning and not wait for your life lessons.

No. I can't bail on Grams.

I'll sacrifice my time for you Grams, I'm lucky I have plenty of it.

• • •

Sometimes it scares me how Grams can travel in time too.

When I think about it... how do I actually know that this is the original Saturday and that Grams hasn't relived the day and knows exactly what I'm thinking.

Or where I'm trying to go.

I look at her, worried if she actually knows what I'm thinking.

She looks back at me and winks.

What the-?

Then she starts to laugh.

Now I'm officially creeped out...

She's teaching me the importance of not going back too many times to the same day-

Apparently it's 'dangerous' to mess with time.

How does she know...

Has she messed with time?

I ask her.

She just sips her tea and waits-

Before answering with "even if I told you, you'd still make the same mistake. So I'll tell you after you do."

If it's dangerous then why let me make the mistakes?

Why are old people so mysterious?

I just nod and act like it doesn't bother me, all these cryptic riddles.

My mind doesn't allow me to comprehend.

And I'm too lazy to fight it.

I trust Grams.

• • •

I routinely pick a flower from the garden greeting my house.

I hope I'm not too late.

I don't even know if he is going to be at the same place again.

I hope he is.

Saturday  9:01 am

I am definitely not on time.

Everything around me is minding its own business.

Trees sway slightly behind the buildings and couples sit outside together drinking their morning coffee at their favourite coffee shop nearby.

While I stand here.

The street is not crowded like before.

In fact, I can even hear my own thoughts today as the street is surprisingly quiet.

If he likes to be alone and peaceful then wouldn't today have been perfect?

I stand here, watching my reflection in the convenience shop window directly across the street.

Standing aimlessly, just watching myself.

People think I have a weird obsession with reflections, but in reality they just confuse me.

I can see time pass by in the mirror of my life, and it makes me uncomfortable.

I just watch as my hair blows in the wind and my eyes become numb to what they see.

A girl, standing. Watching time pass by, wasting away right in front of her.

Instead of being scared by it, I just feel calm.

I cross the empty road and meet the table to the outside of the store.

It was an average table.

I wanted to sit down too, and see what he sees.

To see what was so great about this spot where the sun shines through the building sign.

It was just a seat.

What was I expecting?

Although, the more I sat, the simpler everything looked.

It was nice to just sit down and observe.

My eyes shifted to the table which had marks on it, from what I assume to be his pen.

Focusing in on the table, the carving of was a small word was visible.

"Song."

Song?

Did he carve that?

Why?

That's such a random word.

Should I carve something too?

But I have nothing to scratch with.

My fingers scan over the word engraved into the wood.

I'll try again tomorrow.

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