((Vic-the-older and Vic-the-younger. Open to all.))

I'm talking to my much-younger alt today. I can't help but feel...almost like I've let her down? She doesn't know that she's supposed to be me. And how would she? We're so different it's astounding. She isn't afraid of anything. What changed? What the hell changed? She is every memory that I've lost and she represents a part of me that I can't get back.

She paused in her typing to give her younger self a good scrutinizing. She was writing in her notebook, then she looked up to give Victor a challenging look.

They both rolled their eyes and went back to their respective writing.

"Want, uh, some coffee?"

"No, it's bad for me."

Victor laughed and gave her a thumbs up. "Good girl, there."

"I know."

Victor blinked and laughed again. This was just too surreal.