And I feel fine

[doomsdisco]

[That's strange. You could've sworn you were alone, but you're getting that distinct tingling feeling that someone is nearby.

After a double take or two you finally spot the culprit: a little girl, looking up at you with a soft smile.]

If the world were to end in six days, what would you like to do?

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[badbye]

...some problems can't be tied up no matter how hard you try.

[doomsdisco]

Trying is still better than laying down and giving up like you're already dead.

[badbye]

[...looks away and slips his hands into his pockets] Even after a lifetime of trying?

Isn't there a point where maybe — just maybe — you have to give up and say "this is just how I am"...?

[doomsdisco]

Absolutely not.

There is always, always a way to make things better. If one path doesn't work out, there's always another. Sometimes you have to make your own. You can learn from the paths you've already taken, even have a bit of a rest, but you shouldn't let them stop you from moving forward altogether.

[badbye]

[badbye]

[after a long moment, he lets out a sigh with a slight high-pitched hitch to it that sounds suspiciously like a whimper]

...six days isn't enough time to resolve this kind of hatred.

[doomsdisco]

Maybe not. But it could be enough time to try and start.