snowmeow
enough of your fantasies." He began wiping those spells away. “If even - one of these WORKED, we wouldn’t be wasting our time here now.” No. That’s not right. I aruged back. “Then tell me, where did I go wrong? Just start from here-” I tried to stop him. But he wasn’t having any of it. “Right, there’s nothing wrong with what you assume in your brain. But out here - the real world isn’t your utopia.” I hadn’t
pure fiction / me / forgotten
Don't think; feel mean me.