@speedaes : I could use it. It could help me to communicate with my universe.
โ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ . . . ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ โ she commends him for his optimism : a lightness flutters through her chest as exhausted eyes watch his chipped and shattered reflection with a glance here & there -- only to look away whenever he turns. โ however โ she pauses , lost in thought about her own sibling ( about ๐ท๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ท this one had so much of his snarky & light hearted ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐๐ผ ) a thumb brushes away a tear before it falls. there's a lump in her throat , her voice shuddering. she moves closer to the mirror to put some distance between them. โ it would be in our ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ to . . . approach this carefully. โ in this reality , her brother was dead and gone. There was no bringing him back. But this one -- this pietro who was alive & well -- the least she could do was reunite him with ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.