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The Cost of Not Choosing

Autor: TrustGod Israel
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-04 05:44:23

Ilyra POV

The space doesn’t disappear when I step back.

That would have been easier.

Cleaner.

A mistake made, a correction followed, and the world resets like it has every other time we’ve broken something before it finishes becoming.

But this—

This stays.

Waiting.

Like it knows I already touched it once.

Like it doesn’t need to rush anymore.

I take another step back, then another, putting distance between me and that quiet, open thing that isn’t a thing until I let it be.

It doesn’t follow.

It
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