AN~ I completely deleted the old one and replaced it with a new story. The old one was... kinda bleh. And I used entirely too much first person POV in this fic the first time around, so I'm trying to reduce that. It's an amateur thing to do, and I didn't make everyone sound unique.
For some time, twenty-six-and-then-twenty-seven-year-old Sabrina has two sets of memories. But the more time passes, the more those memories fade into each other, blurring together like one jumbled mess.
She asks Puck about it one day, after their rescue of their past selves (again) and the disappearance of the time tears: "Do you remember what it was like before?"
"Before?" Puck asks.
"Before younger me and Daphne and Charming started fixing things," Sabrina clarifies.
"Kind of?" Puck says. "It's... messy. I know I like most of the way things are different."
Sabrina feels a shift, in the universe or in her head, and she's holding a child in her arms, a little blonde girl with blue-green hazel eyes who's maybe a year old and who didn't exist seconds ago. And yet now she does exist, and Sabrina knows this is her daughter. Her name is Allie and she and Puck made this baby. She also knows that a few seconds ago she would never have had children because it would have been too dangerous to do so.
The world is changing, growing different so fast that it terrifies her (it's only been a few months since everything happened what is her past self doing to change things so much?), and she's slowly forgetting what it used to be like.
But she looks at the baby in her arms and feels an enormous surge of love because she remembers her even if she also remembers not remembering her, and she decides she agrees with Puck.
It might be different, but it's so much better.