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Quanta Reset Excerpt – Quanta’s POV
Futures fizzed through my dreams.
Tair and me giggling and smiling. Then Tair and me running and dying. Tompkins staring blankly into space.
The Ravens and Eva and Nagi. Millions of possibilities swirled. The past tugged at me, too. Like an underwater cave of phantoms, dying to pull me in.
Darren’s chemical-green eyes bored into me while he cackled from the darkness.
I woke up panting. And on the floor.
Gulping deep breaths, I tried to concentrate on my stinging back, hoping the pain would push away the ghosts. There were a million and one terrible things in those dreams, but one image stuck out more than all the others:
A future Quanta on her knees, clapping her hands to her ears, surrounded by limp bodies.
So, so many bodies.
I pulled my blanket down around me and tried to even out my breathing. If my vitals spiked too much, Tair would come running, and I’d have to explain. I didn’t want to explain, even to him.
The nightmares didn’t bother me. Darren was dead, and he could laugh all he wanted now that he wasn’t breathing.
The past was like a bonfire I’d passed through. It couldn’t hurt me anymore.
But the future…
It’s just a possibility. I hugged the blanket tight. It doesn’t have to happen.
Either way, it sucked that reality was my biggest fear.
I couldn’t let myself kill that many people. I’d end it before it went that far.
And wasn’t that another chipper thought?
I grabbed the closest paper and pencil from the floor and started sketching. A timeghostly forest hovered at the edge of my vision, and I focused on it, losing myself in the shapes of the trees and mountains. By the time the paper was filled, my cold sweat was gone and panic had stopped making my vision shake.
Action. I had to do something or I was going to lose it.
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