Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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All Our Yesterdays
At that moment, I would have stayed.
I pushed him to the wall.
If he had gone through, I would have dallied
on the other side,
until the decision was made for me
and I could not go back.
That is what I would have done.
But he bounced off,
and for once
I didn't know why it had happened.
I didn't want to know.
He told me, just as he had told me before—
bearer of truth.
I turned, once more—
in her eyes, I saw her understanding.
I could not leave her.
With a sad smile, she turned...
and left.
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