"Fuck."
Were these time differences really utterly random? What should we do? What if the time doubles each time I visit?
First one month, now two—what if tomorrow in my world means four months in Henry's?
Henry let go, cupping my face again while he stared into my eyes through the glasses that separated us, the body that separated us, a whole world or two separating us.
"I'm sorry." Sorry that I am leaving you alone.
"It's okay, as long as you come back quickly." His intense blue eyes were so close that it seemed as if he was trying to block out the fact that this was Harry's body, just seeing the red in my eyes, just seeing me.
"Do you have any additional memories or something?" I asked him.
He furrowed his brows.
"No. Why?"
"I conjured you up from the memory before the shooting. You are now in my world as well, running around, being angry at me, and eating chicken wings."
"You can conjure people up?!" Henry asked, stunned.
"Can I use my power?" He shot right after.
