Your hand glows hot. You drop to your knees as the ribbon comes flying off your hand.
Heat washes over you as you sense reality warp around you. A sickening lurch brings bile into the back of your mouth as history alters itself.
This was not what you wished... this is not how things are supposed to go... you can't believe it...
"Elrood darling? Are you ok?" That voice so soft...
"Yes Thrugg, my dear." The words are coming from your mouth, but they are not yours. "I'm alright. That wasn't the wish he was supposed to make..." They are the words of a different you, one who made... different choices.
You struggle to maintain some portion of your awareness, some aspect of the real you, the you who bit that fucking faggots tongue and stormed out. The you that took the difficult road to uphold his principles. The you that was strong enough to resist these charms.
"Elrood my love, don't worry about it. We'll both win our Assessments, and then we'll both get another chance to wish everything the way it should be. And even if we don't we're finally together, isn't that all that matters?"
You've got to hold on.
"I'm just annoyed he wasted that wish when he knows we've already gotten back together. Well... we're together, we never really dated in the first place. I just... I hated you so much... you were so perfect and everything inside of me told me how wrong I was for liking you. I'm sorry Thrugg... can you ever forgive me?
there is a voice, buzzing in the back of your head, which says this isn't right... but how can this not be right? You finally realized and confessed your real feelings... and you're so happy to finally be with someone so beautiful and charming...
"Of course, Elrood. Of Course."
As you kiss you are faintly reminded of the taste of copper. You don't know why.
Is something wrong? You can't tell...
What do you do?