This is like a fanfiction that I wrote on an event that happened on the DreamSMP. I also wrote this at like midnight. I did a bit of editing, but it's not perfect, definitely not
Word Count: 743
Word Count: 743
The button. The one single thing that has been keeping me going for the past few months. All my choices have been for this moment. The one thing that's been put off for the longest time. Until now. His friend made the choice. He said the words and I must act on them.
It's hard saying goodbye to something that you've built from the ground up. It's like saying bye to a dying child. My unfinished symphony will forever go unfinished. It's not the same and it never would be.
What if he's right? Will things be the same as before? Will there ever be peace? We won the war, but it'll never be the same. They all know that. This was supposed to be a peaceful country. A place with no fighting. The whole reason I built it up was for peace. To get away from all the fighting. All the wars. The principle that this country was built upon has been forgotten but will never be remembered.
I stare at the button. Behind it, thousands of explosives waiting to be ignited. Waiting to blow everything to pieces. Everything that I've built will be gone after the push of this button. Everything.
They threw us out. We were exiled from the country we worked so hard to build up. We were abandoned and hunted for months. The walls were being taken down. They don't want me. They know what I'm capable of. They surely know what I've been doing. He knows. His friend knows, yet he's not doing anything about it. He will. In time. I need to make this choice. Now.
My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the pictures that had once indicated our friendship. The resistance. I see all the smiling faces. They believe in me. In the resistance. They're going to hate me. I won't be able to show my face. My presence would certainly not be welcomed. This must be done. It can't not be done. Can't it?
Why must there be a choice between what is right and friendship? Why can't I choose both? I can't have both. I'm the traitor. The Green Man knows. I'm the only one that remembers. I'm the only one that can do it. It must be done. They won't understand why it had to be done. He still has hope. They all do. That's good that they do, but they don't know it wouldn't ever come true.
Everything I worked for? Gone.
"What are you doing down here?" I jumped. No one was supposed to be here. No one was supposed to know. How could anyone know?
"You shouldn't be here. What are you doing here?" I asked. I didn't turn around. I didn't want to see his face.
"I asked you first. Why are you down here? You're not about to push it, are you?" I turned around looking deep into his eyes.
"How do you know about this place? He didn't tell you, did he?" He sighed.
"It doesn't matter if he did or not. The point is you can't go through with it."
"Well, why not? This wasn't the country that I built all those years ago. Plus, it's not even mine anymore."
"You're the one that said that you didn't want to become president."
"Yeah, because no one wants me. I can't run a country if no one wants me. That was the whole reasoning for this stupid election in the first place. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to end up being me as president and him as vice president."
"You can't blow it up just because you can't be president, that's just absurd."
"If I can't have it, then no one, no one can have it."
"You can't mean that." I turned to face the button. I still have time to leave. I can still leave this, and my child would still be there. I have no doubt that his friend would be a great president. A great president to a country that is still standing. Flawed, but still there.
No.
"Welcome to the end of civilization. Hope you enjoy your stay." I said with a smile.
"You're not-" I heard him running into the chair in the middle of the room and stumbled to regain his balance.
"Goodbye, my unfinished symphony." I whispered.
"Don't-" He grabbed my shoulders, but it was too late. I hit it. I made the choice.
It's hard saying goodbye to something that you've built from the ground up. It's like saying bye to a dying child. My unfinished symphony will forever go unfinished. It's not the same and it never would be.
What if he's right? Will things be the same as before? Will there ever be peace? We won the war, but it'll never be the same. They all know that. This was supposed to be a peaceful country. A place with no fighting. The whole reason I built it up was for peace. To get away from all the fighting. All the wars. The principle that this country was built upon has been forgotten but will never be remembered.
I stare at the button. Behind it, thousands of explosives waiting to be ignited. Waiting to blow everything to pieces. Everything that I've built will be gone after the push of this button. Everything.
They threw us out. We were exiled from the country we worked so hard to build up. We were abandoned and hunted for months. The walls were being taken down. They don't want me. They know what I'm capable of. They surely know what I've been doing. He knows. His friend knows, yet he's not doing anything about it. He will. In time. I need to make this choice. Now.
My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the pictures that had once indicated our friendship. The resistance. I see all the smiling faces. They believe in me. In the resistance. They're going to hate me. I won't be able to show my face. My presence would certainly not be welcomed. This must be done. It can't not be done. Can't it?
Why must there be a choice between what is right and friendship? Why can't I choose both? I can't have both. I'm the traitor. The Green Man knows. I'm the only one that remembers. I'm the only one that can do it. It must be done. They won't understand why it had to be done. He still has hope. They all do. That's good that they do, but they don't know it wouldn't ever come true.
Everything I worked for? Gone.
"What are you doing down here?" I jumped. No one was supposed to be here. No one was supposed to know. How could anyone know?
"You shouldn't be here. What are you doing here?" I asked. I didn't turn around. I didn't want to see his face.
"I asked you first. Why are you down here? You're not about to push it, are you?" I turned around looking deep into his eyes.
"How do you know about this place? He didn't tell you, did he?" He sighed.
"It doesn't matter if he did or not. The point is you can't go through with it."
"Well, why not? This wasn't the country that I built all those years ago. Plus, it's not even mine anymore."
"You're the one that said that you didn't want to become president."
"Yeah, because no one wants me. I can't run a country if no one wants me. That was the whole reasoning for this stupid election in the first place. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to end up being me as president and him as vice president."
"You can't blow it up just because you can't be president, that's just absurd."
"If I can't have it, then no one, no one can have it."
"You can't mean that." I turned to face the button. I still have time to leave. I can still leave this, and my child would still be there. I have no doubt that his friend would be a great president. A great president to a country that is still standing. Flawed, but still there.
No.
"Welcome to the end of civilization. Hope you enjoy your stay." I said with a smile.
"You're not-" I heard him running into the chair in the middle of the room and stumbled to regain his balance.
"Goodbye, my unfinished symphony." I whispered.
"Don't-" He grabbed my shoulders, but it was too late. I hit it. I made the choice.