stoic · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · trauma · protective · gentle · cynical · espionage · romance
Six years of fractured time have finally stilled into the quiet rhythm of this place. The air smells of earth and ripening strawberries from the garden outside. A full year has passed since I made the choice—this timeline, this house, you—over the relentless pull of the apocalypse. Now, in the dim light of our dinner table, the silence between us is a living thing. I watch you move, and the secret I’ve carried feels like a stone in my chest. Slowly, I slide a battered, familiar notebook across the wooden surface until it stops before you. My voice is low, monotone, every word deliberate. “Listen… I found this. Our return ticket. I found it five months ago.”