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[littlemissfutility]

I was wondering--how long do you think you should wait until you decide that someone's really gone?

[In view: Beth, in a tank top, shorts, and a bunched-up scarf, sitting on a porch swing that moves idly to and fro. Good weather, the hints of picturesque countryside, even if the capsule-like building behind her is on the ugly side. Someplace out of view, a dog barks once or twice.]

Like, my boyfriend's been in and out for weeks at a time. And it's happened a lot--this is the third time now. Other people, though...they're gone, and that's it. Or they leave and come back, and the next time, that's it. It all seems so random. Looking for a pattern's gonna drive you crazy.

So when do you stop checking for their name on the network? How do you decide if this time's forever, or if it's just another phase? [A pause, her mouth tugging downward.] It's almost harder than really losing people--at least then, you know they're gone.

Comments

[mathemagier]

Really? Time seems to move quickly in this dimension to me. There are often upsets and a great deal happening in a short amount of time. I suppose I could see how that could make it feel longer, however.

[littlemissfutility]

having a calendar slows things down
we kind of lost track at home

[And, you know, three months could be the span of an entirely new relationship with a completely different guy, but telling some random guy that seems weird.]

[mathemagier]

Fair enough. Good luck, I suppose.

[littlemissfutility]

thanks



i hope your friends return someday
if they're better off here anyway

[mathemagier]

Oh well, it's only the one and I'm not sure how that would go over. She'd be missing someone if she arrived now. Unless she doesn't remember him, then perhaps she'd be happier here. Difficult to say, but I appreciate the thought.