>>6120770>>6120776You bring up the idea of going urban exploring. She smiles.
"Oh, hell yeah, psycho. I used to hang out at abandoned places all the time as a kid, mostly to get away from my dad. I'd go read and listen to music and stuff and sometimes paint on the walls. There's this old warehouse I used to go to all the time, maybe it's still there."
You walk for a while, talking as you go.
"I think I might just quit my job. It's not like I'll be around to work it by the time this is all over. I'd rather just hang out with you, psycho. Everything is so much clearer now... maybe we were meant to be together or something. Do you believe in stuff like that, psycho? I guess you must believe in some kind of unseen force if you think the world is gonna end. I don't know... I never really did, but now I'm not so sure. It just feels too perfect. My mom believed in that kind of stuff. She used to talk about ghosts and how she could talk to them. She said ghosts were everywhere, and they don't even necessarily have to be the ghosts of people. Ghosts of events, ghosts of emotions, ghosts of words... She told me that everything in this world that happens matters, that it'll always linger, and that when the world is gone its ghost will be the biggest and most powerful the universe has ever seen. I would ask her what the ghosts would say, but she'd tell me I was too young to understand. She died before I could find out. I always thought she was crazy, but now... I think she's right. Things never truly go away, it's just how it is. The only way to make things go away is to just... go away yourself. Either that or... try and live with them, or maybe find someone just as haunted as you are."
You tell her you don't agree.
"Why?"
You tell her that even if ghosts exist, they will eventually go away too. Everything goes away in the end, and nothing really matters.
"Maybe you're right. And maybe everything matters. Guess we have three days to figure it out. I'm surprised you don't believe in ghosts, psycho.
You ask her why.
"Look at you."
You don't question her on the matter further than that.
You arrive at the building. It's large, quiet, and dilapidated. It's perfect.
"Come on, psycho! Let's head in!"
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