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The black beads on Lu Guang’s left wrist,
the white ones on Cheng Xiaoshi’s right.
The bracelets could easily be missed
by a passerby, an oversight.
But, to Lu Guang, they were everything.
Cheng Xiaoshi had gotten them on a whim,
saying that they were cheap and that Qiao Ling
said it reminded her of them. They were slim
things, and cheap as Cheng Xiaoshi said, but they were surprisingly durable.
Which was good,
as Lu Guang used them as the only tangiable
reminder as to what timeline he was in. That he could change fate. That he could save Cheng Xiaoshi. That he would.
The timeline was stable right now, though. He could relax next to Cheng Xiaoshi, even if only for a moment.
He could brush their hands together, as if to say, ‘is it alright I hold you hand?’ without the need to think about the next node, the next event.