I saw it happen. You can’t tell me it’s not possible because I was there. Then. Whatever.
What matters is the face.
The bullet.
The blood.
I saw all that, and you can’t tell me differently.
Now that I know, though, what can I do? I can’t change the future; believe me, I’ve tried.
I’ve tried shouting out, I’ve tried pushing myself out of the way, I’ve even tried jumping in the way myself.
It all ended the same way.
You’re an expert in this sort of thing, right? Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?
No, don’t say anything, I know the answer.
How am I supposed to live, knowing? I saw myself that day; how do I know it isn’t today? Tomorrow? Next week? How can I go through life knowing that it could happen at any time?
Yeah, I know what you’re about to say. Just ignore it. That’s what you tell everyone, isn’t it? But I can’t. You know I can’t. You’re just gonna feed me some bullshit like that because you can’t give me anything better.
You know what? Fuck causality. I’ll do it first myself.