Gargoth:
I don’t think it’s normal. I think it only happens once in a lifetime.
LoveLamb:
That’s what I was afraid of.
Gargoth:
Do you believe in fate?
LoveLamb:
I believe in coincidences.
Gargoth:
A coincidence is something that has no apparent causal connection.
LoveLamb:
I know what a coincidence is, Gargoth.
Gargoth:
Sorry.
I just meant, for something to be a coincidence, it has to be random. And I don’t think this is random at all. Your work speaks to me. There’s a reason for that.
LoveLamb:
What reason?
Gargoth:
It carries your essence.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her. Still staring at her screen, spinning side to side in her chair.
MaybeIcan’t break through the wall built by my past with her…
ButGargoth?
Gargoth’s got no rules.
It’s Friday when I look up and see Emma standing at my office door.
“Em…” I say, caught off guard. She’s never come near my office, and I hate how stupidlyhappyI feel seeing her there.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because it’s already night, and you’re still here.”
I glance out the window and frown when I realize it’s completely dark outside. “What the hell? Where did the time go?”
“Time is a social construct,” she replies with a mischievous smile.
