#aa writes

Alright so it's set before the events of the movie (obviously), about 15 years or so. I'm thinking that it would work really well as a tv series. Think monster of the week style. Our main characters aren't the 5 sacrifices, but rather a scattering of different workers from different departments in the office. We only have two main guys who stay there for a long while, Steve and Gary, the two who we see in CitW. They're pretty new in the beginning, maybe two or three years along.

Each episode or every few episodes we get another year, up until the last year. We get to see them all becoming a bit more jaded to death.

alright.

It’s going to be okay. A fleeting feeling that somehow decides it wants to stay. For once I can imagine the future, myself in a house of my own where I can hear the rain falling, the patter on my roof Accompanied by the smell of dinner boiling on the stove  and a low volume track coming through computer speakers. 

Is this what growing up feels like? No, I tell myself Growing up is stressful, painful even, as if I hadn’t had enough of that I’ve prepared for the worst, knowing that I’ll undoubtably struggle As I come to be on my own.  But in this place, this idealistic plane, things are not stressful.  I wash the dishes in my sink, place them in the drying rack, and I stare out the window, watching the rain fall, and smiling.  Life couldn’t be better.  But as I return to reality, the dream I ever enjoyed vanishes, and I remember where I really am, and how far I’ve yet to go to make it possible And that’s okay. Because for the first time in forever...

It feels like I finally have a goal. Something to strive for. 

I’ve always been one to go with the flow, never pushing back when it came to others’ happiness even if it meant sacrificing my own. I am better about it now trying my best to give myself the care I deserve. 

Even if I’ve spoken out more,  decided I’ve had enough, there is one thing I do not voice. One thing that tears me up.

The spark died long ago,  at least, that spark. You two got along like wildfire. Burning fiercely, caught up just in your own. 

The yelling, the screaming, the arguments. Sounds I can never forget, conversations not meant to be overheard lingering in my mind. 

You two are separated now, yet together. The claim of being friends  ever on your tongues. 

It’s as if without the pressure of union you two knock your shit off and act like decent human beings.

I’m bitter. So, so bitter. All the pain and all the change-- And you both act like none of it none of it ever happened. 

Behaviors that mirrored better days suddenly appear again.  Maybe it wasn’t meant to last, maybe this was the best thing.

I tell myself that, over and over, and over and over, because I know that one of you is happier.  A love long lost reappeared, and you longed to be with her instead.

I cannot blame you, who am I to get in the way of love? I am not your keeper. I never will be.

But it kills me to see you and her, act so casually, so behaved, so civil,  when your first love is gone.  When you are lonely, and want company... You seek out the one you were united with,  and spoke the words, “’til death do us part.”