Older Dior
The colors of the flowers growing outside always seem brighter after the rain has fallen. My garden is the only place that gives me a sanctuary. Here I can breathe without being judged for existing, but unfortunately, an uninvited guest has arrived.
"You weren't supposed to save her, Dior! Patricia shouldn't exist! You've created a new timeline, one we don't know the future of, and it could prove disastrous!"
With the left side of my lip quirked up, I turn around in my rocking chair to face Alice, the fiery one from my dimension. Her breaths are heavy, eyes so intense and angry I imagine her playing out the scenario of killing me herself.
Of course, she isn't powerful enough to do so.
No one is.
I'm a monster.
"Please, our world isn't one worth fighting for, love, not in
