@yishuns + starter call ( accepting ! ): 008. the back row of an empty movie theater . by popular demand. akeshu
despite how all-encompassing it is always, the severity of this reality creeps at him in the strangest ways: a rerun of a film he once watched as a child, in which time travel did more harm than good, and the protagonist’s fate could either be worsened or accepted as it originally was intended. akira thought he remembered a different ending, one befitting a cautionary tale of science fiction. and yet, this time, the character used his powers to change the past and, along with it, the future. this time, he got away with it. everything.
the credits roll, and he can only stare impassively at the screen. distantly, he thought of lavenza’s hesitance to reveal what akira took upon himself to admit in front of and for the others: they had wished for this. a movie ending only a child could come up with, included.
“strange. there was a time i thought this ending would make me happier.” he doesn’t want to elaborate beyond that, but he also doesn’t quite know if he can navigate the alternative right now, either. “i’m sorry, i roped you into this.” he adds, simply, perhaps as his way out of his own meaning, “next time, you can pick the movie.”