Reposted by Karina Steffens
The window to my study shatters as a dark figure rappels in.
It's my future self. He snatches my pen out of my hand.
"Don't. Nobody will like it."
"So you wrote it?"
"Yes."
"What are you trying to do then? You can't change your past. You'd create a paradox."
"I know," he says.
"But you came." 1/2
