Fics like living proof (darling, pardon me, but do i look familiar?)

This time, she’s Zoey. It takes seventy-two years this time. Tirelessly, the years stitch together. The sun rises and sets. The hollow spot inside of her waits. She has tried to make sense of these stubborn souls and the way they come back to her, how they always, without fail, manage to weave their way back through her chest, settling perfectly in the empty space within her that stays empty longer than it stays fulfilled. It must have something to do with the way the world shifted one day, how it broke apart entirely before being put back into place, starting to spin again as if it hadn’t come to a crashing halt. At some point, Zoey’s soul came loose. At some point, two more found a home. The hollow spot inside of her chest waits, and then there’s a tug. The entire world shifts, stopping on its axis again, and then it begins to careen forward. Dizzyingly fast and determined and loud. Then, in a voice that has remained just as stubborn as the soul who used it first, comes the command: “Find me.” And Zoey does. (or, zoey and the two souls that belong to her, no matter how long it takes them to find her)

Fics like living proof (darling, pardon me, but do i look familiar?)

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