I think that is when I started having feelings, those small meaningless talks turned into me loving the way that they looked me in the eyes and the way their voice softened when they talked to me.
The paradox ceases to exist if we apply the idea that our timeline, until the exact instant of my grandfather’s death, was in a state of superposition in whi
Disclaimer: This is not meant to directly offend anybody in the pursuit of absurdity, nor is it based on a true story...obviously. You can tell it's not real because the main character made a friend really easily. I can't do that.)