"I know it won't be him. Nothing would ever take away the memories of what I had to do, and nothing will ever change the fact I have to explain why it's now only me. Nothing will remove the possibility that he does, or any other alternate of him would hold me accountable for a certain chain of events, and that accountability could destroy what's there more than mere death ever could. And nothing will change for him, the memories he would have of what he had done, what he saw, what would hold true in his time. No, it's not picking right up back as if nothing bad ever happened. It would be a second chance, for the both of us, not quite the same, but a second chance nevertheless. After all, it's the person that matters the most," she replied.
"Even if small details differ, does that really matter, so long as the core and the heart are the same? And wouldn't the memories and differences only serve to make you all the more keenly aware of how fragile all of it is, how in the span of just one heartbeat, something can unfold before you faster than you can think to stop it to rip it all away, and make you cherish that second chance all the more dearly?"
Her lips twisted into a bit of a bitter smile. "I suppose you're right though. In the end, I'm just like all the other women waiting for a fairy tale, watching and waiting and praying and hoping for a very specific dream that might never come true, hm?"