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There is no longer a safe and a combination code that splits the present from the future. They're teetering on colliding with one another, the thread of separation wrapping around to create the pocket in his jacket, where inside is the box that once opened can never be closed again. His hand is coiled around it, absentmindedly shifting it from one side of the fingers to the other while he walks with the one person who holds its ultimate fate.
She's turned to while the sands of the beach imprint the soles of their steps, a little memento that they had made it here, the land that he had wanted to show her all this time. It might as well mark itself as equal importance to the first man on the moon, the first steps of something solid, something absolute, something impossible still.
"You're learning more here?" he asks after a moment, eyes and half-smile remaining on her. "To talk back to me?"
