sunflowers;
short story
word count: 671
There are very few things in life we press the universe for. We are a proud race, but in this moment? I have fallen, collapsed unto my knees, bargaining for one thing and one thing only: a moment in time.
You can look at pictures, hell, you can create your dream piece by piece, frame by frame in a virtual reality if you had enough money and time, but for me, for this moment, it’s not the same. It doesn’t have you. There’s always something a bit off- I’m missing one of your freckles, your hair is off a shade, weren’t you taller? It’s not you, and that is what distracts me from enjoying the view like I did that day. People were never meant to be replicated.