@howwlett
the reason people sought refuge in fiction, was to get a glimpse of the fantastic. a moment of escape from one's own mundanity to travel any world, fantastic or otherwise. but no matter how climatic a fictional build-up may be, there would always be an end. that was how fiction differed from real life.
in fiction, the main characters would band together, defeat the evil, reach a conclusion, and then their stories would be finalised. in real life, one simply had to keep moving forward. no matter how battered or bruised one might be from the battle.
no one was interested in the return to daily life. that's why fiction had an end.
mulling such pointless aspects, akihito let out a deep sigh and put a marker into the book he was reading before shutting it. unfamiliar with the area, he had found himself a nice, sturdy tree to rest against for his reading purposes in an attempt to get his mind off the restlessness. it hadn't worked well. above him the sky presented a perfectly beautiful summer day that should leave no room for qualms, yet, after taking it in for a moment, the teen closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"well, that's probably on me for comparing myself to the protagonist." he wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. although there were other people around the park, everyone seemed too preoccupied with their own lives to bother with the soliloquy of a random guy. he wasn't much hero material anyway.
"i guess that's what i get for being the villain of my own story."
