a conversation with the future

“Will it all be okay in the end?”

“I suppose that answer lies in who you ask.”

“Well… what about me? For-For us?”

“... We survive.”

“Well, I don’t like the sound of that at all.”

“Trust me, we get the better end of the deal compared to the others. You’ll find out in due time, I can assure you of that at least.”

"But I want to be happy! I don't... I don't want to just live!"

"I'm sorry, kid. I don't know what you want me to tell you."

"I want you to tell me that it gets better!"

"..."

"Pl-Please."

"Alright, alright. It does get better. F-For a little while, anyways. Then we go and mess it up again."

"Is there anything I can do to stop it? How did we mess it up?"

"We messed it up like we always mess it up, kid, we just- we wanted to prove everyone wrong, and it just ended up proving them all right."

"The future sure isn't sounding like what we envisioned it to be, huh?"

"Ha! You can say that again. But we do get to be happy for some time in the middle. That has to count for something, right?"

"I-I suppose. If its all we get then I guess it has to count, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hey- maybe we'll get our happy ending one of these days, right? Life's not over yet."

"Yeah. H-Hopefully."