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“Hey. The stars are bright tonight, aren’t they?”
“Yeah. Sure are.”
“So you’re really going.”
A pause. “I’m sorry. I can’t stay any longer. I don’t belong here anymore.”
A sigh. “Yes. Alright. But know that you always have a place to come home to.”
“I suppose.”
You know, sometimes I wonder why we lead ourselves through things like this. We see them coming. There are signposts along the road of life pointing out the shortcuts you shouldn’t take. Why do we all dive down them so eagerly?
Two years ago, I would never have seen myself here. Hell, I don’t know why I’m here now. Up to my neck in dirt, in mortal danger every time I turn around. In the past two weeks, fifteen people have pointed a gun at my face. I don’t need this, but it’s far too late to walk away now.
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I have no freaking idea anymore what this was, where it came from, or where it was going, if I ever knew in the first place. The name suggests I did not. I do know it was orig-fic, though.