"So..." The cigarette extinguished in the ash tray, making the younger girl cough.
"Those are really bad, you know. Modernized books detail that smoking can,"
The woman in front of the girl took up another cigarette, lighting it with a snap of her fingers. "...Shut up." She took in the smoke, and blew it. Her cold, blue, and omniscient eyes gazing over and around. "Why are you here? It doesn't make any sense. I can't wrap my head around it. I try to look at all the paths, and safe to say, you never appear in any of them." The younger girl blinked in a daze while the woman continued, "You are not supposed to exist. You're not supposed to even be interacting with me as of now, but..." She blew the smoke. "Here we are."
The young adult girl coughed into her sleeve, waving the smoke away. "Well, infinite realities do exist, right?" She raised her hands, "So if one exists, there's bound to be others! Newly born or... Old as time?" The girl shrugged, giving a little side-smile and a small laugh. The giggle was cut short by the harsh gaze of the futuristic woman. The girl found herself messing with her thimble out of sheer embarrassment.
"Now, yes, I have stud-" The woman coughed, "WE have studied this through and through. But, that's the problem. You're not supposed to exist, I'm- supposed to be the last one. What are you? A painful reminder of the past?" The woman leaned over the table their interview took place at, "Or just a figment of my imagination that a tear let loose?"
The smaller girl's ocean eyes peered at the matured woman before her. She felt smaller, despite being the same size as the smoking version of herself. "...I don't know. I doubt I'll ever know." Blood trickled from her nose, the girl's eyes squinting in a sudden pain. The older woman felt this, squinting in the same pain though no blood was apparent.
"...I'll know. In time." The tap of her red and black heels tapped and tipped softly in the room. The pace was less angered now, but still quite on edge. The younger girl studied the woman a bit. It seemed she was always a bit on edge.
"Can I ask a question?" The girl raised her hand, her eyebrows tilting upward. Subtly and without conscience, she bit at the corners of her lip.
Blue, steely eyes glanced back, before focusing on the cigarette again. "Shoot."
"Why are you doing this?"
The younger girl focused her eyes on the table, only hearing the soft slide of the woman pivoting on her heel. "...What?"
"Why," The girl waved her hands in small circular motions to think. "Are you doing this?" The tapping came back, increasing in volume with each tap before stopping. "There's no need for this, really. You're being hysterical, silly, even! What happened to us?" The younger one laughed, "What happened to, to the tower? To the books, to,"
"It gotten destroyed."
A pause. The younger girl blinked, her sky blue eyes finally meeting the ones that have been making contact this entire time. She blinked to clear her head of her previous ramblings. "...What?"
"It's gone." The older one blew smoke towards the ceiling, watching it cloud the room. More coughing came about from the younger one, not as though that mattered to the one actually smoking.
"Wh, wh, that's IMPOSSIBLE! I, I was there!" The younger one stammered, standing up. The eldest one immediately shot a glare...
...Until a wrist-watch went off.
"Our time is up."
"WHAT!?" The girl moved from her chair, "You can't just, just leave me with that and," Her arms moved around wildly, unable to convey what she was trying to say. "And just, leave!"
Blink. Blink. The woman took the cigarette out, and extinguished it within the ash tray. "I can, and I am." She picked up her bag, "You are free to leave the building now."
"What about my friend!?"
A bit of remorse filled the eldest one's eyes. "...I'm uncertain. Goodbye."
With a flick of light, the woman vanished, leaving only the girl to crumple up on the floor and let the tears fall.
