THIS IS NOT THE "SPACIAL TEESER".
>>11883816>DECADES LATER... [After Chapter 39(?)]>Perspective back to Nate POV.Overseeing Castelia City on its lookout, a considerably older version of you, Rosa, and Hugh sit on the rail, a good drop away from drowning in the ocean.
It started out as three really, now everyone's gone and it's back to three again.
She remembered and so did you, admittedly AFTER you had courted her as if neither of you previously knew each other. The night after was spent berating yourselves for being such imbeciles.
He's less of a douche now, and is pretty much the only guy you know you can look for in case of an emergency. Through thick and thin, he's always there.
What happens to everyone else is irrelevant for the time being. What really matters most is just being here with the two people who were there for you in the beginning.
In the beginning.
Through the middle.
And in the end.
You look at your bun-angel and the Qwilfish gijinka, telling the two that you're going to go for a quick swim because, well, it's your heyday, and you're going to grow up into an old man one day, telling your grandkids as they sit on your lap how you wen to hell and back FORTY-FUCKING-TIMES just for a girl.
And when they laugh and ask why you did it, you can tell them this.
As your clothes get discarded onto the ground, she marvels at your body with a giggle.
He is more or less disturbed.
A policeman runs up to you, shaking his fist and demanding that you stop your public indecency right this instant.
You give him the finger, adjust your visor, and dive into the water without another care in the world.
As soon as you surface, you look at your longtime friends with the biggest cheery smile that could possibly ever grace your adult face.
"You guys coming in? The water's great!~"
And in the end, that's all that really mattered.
>end. 