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The world stopped repeating itself, maybe Naomi grew fond of the three of them, finding new in each day like she’d never done before, or maybe it was repeating and she couldn’t seem to care.
She didn’t mind, for once she’d lost the always assessing, cerebral, and incredulous side of herself.
Still she sits in her office chair wondering how she’d got here:
“I am consumed by fear.”
Little Guy stands opposing, watching her expression change, as she watches his change too.
“Aren’t we all, you’ve done good.”
“How’d you know?”
“About what?” she couldn’t tell if his expression was a lie or not, if there was full honesty in it or some strange lied confusion, still, she ignores the topic, and places her arms on the cold coffee table.
“Did I ever tell you about that envelope or have I not?”
“Woah, cold, calculating Naomi forgetting something? Unusual.”
“Ugh, you get what I mean, I’ve had bigger things to deal with.”
“Right, right- what about the whole fear thing?”
“I just feel like I’ve done something good and it’ll all go downhill, and-”
Naomi pauses, if for just a moment, noticing his lack of answers to anything else,
“-did you place that letter? Was this some kind of test?”
He doesn't say a word, instead slouched on the chair opposing with a smug grin,
“Of course.”
She couldn't even blame him, instead, she laughed, and for once she felt confident and happy, full.
“I can’t believe it.”
So, just once more things turn around, flipped:
The world wasn’t black and white, she wasn’t evil, he wasn’t either, and nor was Maria.
And in the end; things aren’t how they seem.
In the end it was a bold assumption, a lie.
Instead, she lets her thoughts drown out by their deafening laughter.
She had found belonging.