This one is a short story I wrote for a secret santa I do each year with some friends.
If you're a part of that group: don't read this yet!
If you aren't: read away!
"Can we not do this right now?" "Mia..." I sighed. She'd been growing more distant lately, which was paradoxically both ridiculous and completely understandable. My future self. The only person who knew me better than myself was, of course, me, and we had worked so, so well. For quite a while, too...