not to disappear. fillie

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21 days left 

 "It's said the damages caused to the towers left mute all of the cellphones. There's no information about when water and electricity will be cut. But we'll keep bringing all the information needed while we can. Tune in at 9 pm to listen to the End of the World Concert" 

Finn listened to the same guy talk through the screen hanging on one of the gym's walls, the only one inside the entire building with no mirrors. He looked around, the place was empty, well, almost. There was this incredibly strong man lifting weights nearby, his arms full of muscles and jumping veins. Finn observed the scene with no interest whatsoever, the guy smiling to his own reflection in the mirror. It was enough for him to check his own pathetic figure, as he would say, what am I doing here? He left as soon as the thought hit him.

The streets were decorated with murals, it was kind of morbid, posters and more posters spread around with desperate sayings as: I'm scared, Hire an assassin, Fuck a virgin and for last but not least, Seeking a friend for the end of the world. It got Finn's attention right away, people had different ways of coping with the end of the world, but he hadn't discovered his mechanism yet, so he thought finding a friend was a nice way to spend the final hours. Not that he would do that, it just wasn't for him.

He walked home still focused on the posters, his mind reading everything, stopping himself from thinking about his own problems. Only problem. The thing was, everybody else in the world was going to die as well so why he was so bothered by the fact he had no idea of what to do with his remaining days? It shouldn't matter right? He did have spent his 20 years already doing nothing important, it was not a big deal. But Finn didn't feel this way. He felt the anxiety eating his bones, travelling inside him until it reached his guts. The uncomfortableness of the feeling made him sick, he wanted to put it all out, he wanted to scream. Except he didn't have it within him either. It felt like he was already dead. It felt like all this time he had been waiting for the end. 

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The curly haired boy was always fond of commemorative days, it started when he was a kid in New Years eve, he would be up all night with Nick, his beloved older brother, both with their heads out of the window facing the sky above pretending they were astronauts floating in outer space. When the clock had hit midnight and the fireworks had started, they would be amazed, how is it possible we can see the lights shining down on Earth way up here in the dark and endless universe?

Then, Easter, his family was not religious but the Wolfhard boys would still paint their faces in bunny noses and whiskers just to go around the garden looking for the tips that would lead them to the chocolate eggs.

And his love kept only getting bigger until it reached its peak on Christmas hence his birthday as well, he was turning 8 years old then, his family gathered around the tall tree looking for their gifts. The little boy found a tiny box with a red and bright silk bow, but as much as any other kid would be disappointed by its size, Finn was in awe, the box was so delicate and so tiny just like he was that day.

He looked up at his parents who shot him an encouraging smile, he started to unlace the gift only to find a small key with a note attached to it, the hidden treasure can be found where only you can go.

Finn knew what it meant, his fort, he was the only person who still fit in it, the adults had too much leg and height, only he was able to crawl inside. The still not grown kid ran as fast as he could, landing clumsily on top of the blankets within the fort. His proper huge gift was there, a skate he had asked Santa that year, a skate that would later be the reason for his first stitches and scar right under his chin.