M I N I M U M

The story is meant to go like this:
Leon Sofros and Smokez "R" Anderson, meet at a park. It's not love at first sight, but it's the start of something that leads up to it. They connect, they hold hands, they figure it out, and in the meantime, figure themselves out. It's not sweeping, nor wild. It's quiet, unassuming, but still very much theirs.

The story is meant to go like this:
An intergalactic war happens. Galaxies and ships are torn apart, and the universe is at the precipice of total disaster. In another world - where things aren't so different (but they really are) - Leon Sofros dies stopping but failing to save Smokez "R" Anderson, someone he loved and never said it, not until it was too late.

The story is meant to go like this:
Leon Sofros wakes up with memories of another him and an eye that glows gold and lets him see things he shouldn't, and he sleeps for far too long.

The story is meant to go like this:
Leon Sofros and Smokez "R" Anderson get married, have a great 10 years, and separate at the height of misunderstandings by the machinations of powers that manipulate them into being their unwitting pawns.

The story is meant to go like this:
Smokez "R" Anderson lives stopping but failing to save Leon Sofros, someone he loved and never said it, not until it was too late.

But instead, it goes like this:
In another world, Leon Sofros, after a night of difficult work, looks at his phone. He realizes he's nearly forgotten something, and manages to not fuck up.

In this one, Leon is just a little too tired, a little too angry, and a little too forgetful, and doesn't check his phone.

In this one, he is a little too late.

In this one, dominoes never meant to be start to fall.