Jun. 18th, 2012

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...but if this isn't a dream, and we do not die, and the world does not reset or change but simply becomes, as it is, what it always was...

What happens now?

At the close of the day, as the magic slips away from the world, and the pillar is wiped clean, and it's still sinking in that that's it now. We're done. It's over. And as Andy waves a fond farewell like a ship sailing off into the night, I get this heavy, sick sensation in my stomach that after everything we've been through, this moment will be that last that we are all together like this; that there won't be another...

What happens now?

What do we now become?

And I hear a voice that sounds like the girl I used to be in the back of my head praying desperately to whatever is out there that we didn't destroy, that can still hear us:

Please. Tell me that there is something more.

Something else.

Something.

...Anything.


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