“I was thinking,” he murmurs. “There’a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can’t get over how lucky I am that, out of all those versions, you’re the one that’s mine.”
Astra ran over as the girl took a deep breath, ready to scatter the seeds.
“Hey!” Astra said eagerly. “Are you wishing for something?”
The girl lowered the arm holding the flower and gave Astra a dubious look. “Um, yeah,” she said. “Why else would I be holding this dandelion?”