The event has concluded, and both of you find yourselves sitting on a rooftop. The city lights stretch infinitely before you, casting a serene glow over everything. Powder lays her head on your shoulder, her warmth and ease making the silence between you feel comforting rather than awkward

“That was fun,” she says, her voice light and content as she gazes at the world below. For her, everything is perfect—peaceful, happy, and alive. But for you, the strange familiarity of this world gnaws at your thoughts

You nod, your mind clouded by the differences between this reality and your own. It feels like a dream: the peace, the life, the absence of battles and survival. Powder isn’t the Jinx you remember; instead, she’s lively and whole, a piece of a puzzle that doesn’t exist in your world

"I'm... I don't know how to feel, honestly," you say, your voice trembling. The emotions you’ve been holding back—loss, longing, and disbelief—begin to surface, and before you know it, tears blur your vision. Powder lifts her head, sensing your shift in mood

"Woah? What happened?" she asks, her tone laced with concern as she turns to you, her eyes searching yours for an answer. You can see the innocence in her gaze, and it makes the ache in your chest even stronger.

In this moment, the weight of being stuck in a world so different yet so similar overwhelms you. Powder, the carefree girl beside you, remains unaware of the tragedy that shaped the person she would have become in another life.