The almost-him walked around his almost-home as he fought the urge to blink and end this vision. He wanted to see where it would end - he need to see his almost-face. The face that came from every decision he could have made and would have made if he weren't such a gutless coward.
He wanted to see what he would have become but his almost-self refused to turn around. Rage began to bubble up inside him as his mind kept drifting back to her face slowly drifting past the underside of their beloved glass-bottom boat. He needed to face the man that could have saved her and see how much this grief had festered him away.
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