Bad Omens- Never Know
B.B.
Chance looks so normal dressed in black trousers. His gray t-shirt is tucked into them and the belt. Jesus Christ, he looks amazing. His silver hair is parted and slicked back. I mean gorgeous doesn't even begin to cover it. Stop. I'm supposed to be mad at him. But the relief I feel is kind of overwhelming literally everything else. He recognizes me. He knows me when the others don't. It's seven oh two in the morning and I feel like a whole week has already gone by since I woke up.
"Chance," I pull on his hand to stop him. He looks around and then turns to me. "What is happening?"
"This is an alternate dimension," he answers. I look him over like he's lost his mind.
"What?"
"Different choices bring different outcomes. I don't know which reality this is
