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“..It goes on and on and never ends..”
Ocean felt herself gasping for air even before she gained conciseness. It was real.
She was still alive.
But she was in her bed at home, with no sign of injury.
God she was actually happy to be back with her pothead parents.
She looked at her clock. 12:30. m Yeah they wouldn’t be up right now, it was too late.
And then the memories came back, the warehouse. All of a sudden she felt so horrible.
Picking herself at the expense of the morality of the other choir members?
Mischa will never get to be with his love, Ricky will never be able to express his imagination to the world, Noel never to live out his dreams,
Constance.. oh god Constance. Her best friend from day one, she was gone.
Ocean barely register how selfish she felt, no- how selfish she was.
The choir all had legitimate reasons to come back. She was here now all because the fortune telling dude gave her the final vote.
Ocean was a shitty person. A shitty, self patronizing person.
“Psst.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Oceans head whipped around and saw..
Mischa- sitting at her desk with the worst manspread known to man.
“Are you happy carrot top? We’re all stuck in where you left us now.”
“Listen I already did the whole ‘i am a terrible person’ deal, what do you mean Mischa?”
“The robot future dude is dead, we can’t go on.”
“Oh I’m so sorry. I should have never picked myself. I don’t know if I can live with myself-“ Ocean mumbled.
“Psk- save it братан. Pity party can wait.” Mischa groaned.
“So.. uhm. Are you a ghost?”
He shrugged. So helpful.
“Listen tomorrow I need you to let my Talia know what happened. Then you can be slightly forgiven.”
The next morning Ocean walked from the closet of her middle of nowhere house to the “nicer” part of Uranium. Mischa’s adoptive parents were like, really rich. As she walked down the sidewalk and hand grasped her shoulder.
“Jesus! Don’t do that.” Ocean jumped.
Mischa let out a stifled laugh and pointed to a house.
“That one. Basement key is under the mat.” They walked up the steps and Ocean grabbed the key.
She went around the back and unlocked the door. Mischa stepped through before her,
“It’s dope, no?”
“Sure.!”
Ocean closed the door behind her.
“My phone was wrecked in the accident.
I have burner.” He scooped the flip phone and tossed it to her.
The two walked back and sat down on Ocean’s bed.
“First one.” Mischa directed.
Ocean opened the message and it was all in Ukranian.
“Oh my god.” She groaned loudly.
“I’ll help. Here.”
Mischa proceeded to somehow not lose his patience trying to get Ocean to download a Ukrainian keyboard. Eventually, it worked out.
Привіт Наталія, або Талія, як називає вас ваша наречена. Мене звати Оушен Оконнелл Розенберг, і я знав Мішу. На жаль, сталася жахлива, трагічна дивна аварія за участю мене, Міші та деяких людей, з якими ми ходимо в школу. У цій аварії він, на жаль, загинув. Перш ніж продовжити про те, як мені прикро, я просто хотів сказати тобі, як сильно Міша любив тебе. Він кинув би все, щоб бути з тобою востаннє. його кохання було неймовірно пристрасним. дякую, що прочитали це, і мені неймовірно шкода за вашу втрату.