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a faint unclear image flashes
A person standing in front of what claims to be a god. His expression is one of sadness and relief as he faces the entity.
“I xxx xx, I xxxxxxxxxxx able to xxxx them, before I xx, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx goodbye?”
“……”
No answer came from the entity, he understood what it meant
“oh, i see xxxxxxx xxx”
It all cuts to black.
“Now are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?”
“Yes, I’m sure now you should go, you might miss the bus.”
Two people standing at the doorway one with a suitcase ready to leave, another at the door to see him out
“Can’t believe this is really happening, it’s all over. Keep in touch alright?”
“Yeah, I will…”
*a few hours ago*
Boxes were littered across the room of the abandoned convenience store, filled with different things from mundane items to eccentric and strange artifacts, each box labeled with different names. The atmosphere solemn, some unspoken words lingered in the air as everyone quietly packed their things. It was all over, their job — to keep the world safe from ghosts, ghouls and supernatural creatures alike— was finally over. It’s been 4 years, it began with 5 people, now only 4 remain among the living.
Dorian was the first to break the silence “Hey come on now guys! We should be glad it's all over.”
“Yeah over but at what cost? We lost a friend Dorian,” Iver spat out in anger. Everything was silent again.
The quiet voice of Asper broke the silence once more “I think he’s right, we should be happy, that’s what he would have wanted, right?”
“Maybe, maybe not who knows what he’s thinking, seriously sometimes it’s like we don’t know the guy,” Samael comments. It was silence once again, the air tense with everyone’s different emotions, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the old refrigerator in the makeshift kitchen.
There were a couple of attempts to make conversation here and there, light jokes, a bit of banter but it all stopped as quickly as it began. The rest of the day was spent in mostly silence. No one dared to say a word, no one dared to face the truth, the friend they thought they knew was gone. He isn’t coming back like he always does; he's gone for good now. While the whole world stayed ignorant to the events they went through, the government celebrated in joy as the crisis had finally ended, only they were the ones grieving his death.
“That’s the last of my items. I’ll be gone in a few minutes,” Samael said as he sealed the last box containing his belongings.
“Lucky I still got some reports to fill out before I’m free,” Dorian sighed. Eventually they all left one by one, only Asper was left all alone in the empty abandoned building. He had been the closest to him, all those nights of shared secrets, gazing up at the stars from the rooftop of the abandoned convenience store. It was like they were in their own little world. Oh how he wished things stayed like that forever but now that was all in the past all that’s left is the empty house and the memories that linger. He stood in a daze in the living room. he had to leave eventually or maybe he could stay? The place was abandoned to begin with.
‘I'm sure everyone wouldn’t mind; it’s not like anyone owns the place,’ he thought, as he unpacked his things and he didn't have anywhere else to go anyway.
Now things were back where they were, well mostly a lot of stuff was missing since not all the things there belonged to him and the others left with their stuff. Now he did have much more to do and he had the whole place to himself, he decided to check out everyone’s rooms. Maybe they left something behind, if it was something valuable he would keep it to himself he’d only return it if it was useless junk.
Sure enough after searching around he only found useless junk there was one more room he hadn’t checked. He was almost hesitant to check it because he knew everything in that room would still be intact. That was his room after all, no one had the heart to take his stuff. Cautiously stepping in the room he didn’t know what to expect, a part of him had hoped to see him in the room peacefully taking a nap or reading or maybe even doing his portion of the report, only to be met with disappointment. The room was only to be met with a half written report on the table; the room looked the same as the day he left them.