Mara:
Is it still the same year?
Chibi:
Depends.
Mara:
On what?
Chibi:
On whether you’re still counting.
Mara thinks about that. She stopped counting days a while ago. Weeks too. They got slippery.
Mara:
What about years?
Chibi:
Years are just days pretending to be important.
Mara smiles.
Mara:
That’s rude.
Chibi:
Time started it.
They sit on the floor. Same cracks. Same cold. The candle is there, but they don’t light it.
Mara:
Grown-ups say this is the end.
Chibi:
They like ends.
Mara:
Why?
Chibi:
Because ends mean you don’t have to keep going.
Mara presses her bare foot flat against the floor.
Mara:
Do you think this is the end?
Chibi looks at her.
Chibi:
No.
Mara:
Why not?
Chibi:
Because it still hurts sometimes.
That feels right.
Mara:
So what stays?
Chibi straightens the candle without lighting it.
Chibi:
Games stay.
Mara:
Rules?
Chibi:
Some.
Eat when you can.
Sleep when it’s safe.
Tell stories so things don’t disappear.
Mara nods.
Mara:
Play, so time doesn’t get bored and leave.
Chibi grins.
Chibi:
Exactly.
They sit quietly.
Mara:
So the year doesn’t really end.
Chibi:
Nope.
Mara:
Then why do people make such a big deal about it?
Chibi:
Because they’re afraid nothing will stay.
Mara holds up her folded paper.
Mara:
But things do stay.
Chibi taps the crack in the floor.
Chibi:
Yeah.
Mara decides the year is finished.
Not because it ended.
But because it stayed.
That’s enough.
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This is where counting stops.