"Katrina, can I ask you a question?"

Abel approaches me with blond curls and wide brown eyes always searching for answers he might never get straight.

"Of course, my friend. What's your question?"

I give him the extra push he needs to push aside all the nonsense of his chaotic and busy brain to ask the question that weighs on him.

"Will the future end?"

He waits for an answer. I stand back and think to myself. I think about how I read this article recently where humans are in a constant state of seeing the past.

I think about how being alive within a present forces us to realize we might not ever experience the future since we can never see it coming.

No matter how profound some of us claim to be with third eyes or sixth senses, humans might never have an answer to even define future let alone be a concept to end.

Time elapsed: Less than a minute. Reality 60,000 milliseconds missed.

His individual breaths form into one spirit. A character, an entity all their own.

Abel cannot pick up on my brain racing and bumping into theories in my mind. He waits and does not try to pick up my facial expression of serious wonder. Abel might have a follow up question and I have to wonder would I be leading him in the right direction.

"Well..." His lisp scratches his bottom lip.

His tone echoes an underlined hope that may never come and I am not okay with my answer of "I don't know."

Instead, I answer by telling him with stretched out smile and enlarged irises that I will have to get back to him.

I know he will come back for an answer at some point passed this moment and I always will be left wondering, if the future ends will he remember its start?