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“You’re a bit stubborn” he stared out of the basement window, arms crossed. The expression that captivated his face seemed stoic; however worried. “Oh please” I quickly retorted. “These days it’s all just back ground noise.” I pushed my sweaty hair from my face, it was hindering my vision as I attempted to tie my shoes.

“I bet you think you’re clever, don’t You? As if this little journey truly we are attempting could throw us a prideful destiny” His voice was terse per usual. I frowned. “Why the fuck did I ever decide to answer the door for you?”

My accusation had no effect. His gaze held on the outside. “You know...” he began. “Wyatt, I’ll present you with this idea. And please!” his armed outstretched, he continued. “as human beings we long for a certain feeling” I opened my mouth to interrupt, but he drowned me out. “You could very well re-route any sort of pleasure as a carnal desire to return.” His head turned, and we made eye contact.

“I don’t understand, You know something man the way you speak? the things you say? If taken out of context, they become quite cryptid.”

The mans smile grew wider. My anger grew. I bursted out- “You know, FUCK you Anders.” My ears rang with the echo of my voice in the small room. Silence followed, enticing me to continue my tirade. “Barely! BARELY! You resemble ANYTHING like me! Still you choose to relate to me so much!”

Anders was laughing now. It was possible this was the most out of breath I had ever seen him. “Look” he raised a hand slowly, and hunched in an oddly primal respective way. “All you must know? Is that you need to make your own decisions. Ignore the warmth.” We stared into each other, and he sighed loudly. “The warmth of comfort I mean.” He said almost immediately.

What Anders said next was quite the turning point. “Just because it brings you hope, does not render it right. Do not let what you have hinder you, fight for what you know is right. Even if that means saying goodbye to what you know.”

The only illumination came from the great shatter. Staring at the basement window, it was almost as if the small rectangle in view was a painting or some neon Pub sign. Anders shining grin gave it familiarity.

Perhaps an hour passed, maybe less. I never moved, yet when I looked up anders was gone.  To bed more than likely. My only company now was the night sky, with it’s glowing stars dotting my thoughts.

Other spirits Stare up now I hope

Family, I hope

Or better yet;

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