In my files I have found a pre-written ending for Killjoy, so here it is
| ??? | Leap of Fate
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It wasn't much to look at, really. Two teenagers sat atop the ledge of a bridge, looking down towards the frigid waters below as if the stream was their home. It's cold and for once in my life I'm scared—nervous even. Brice sends me a reassuring smile while kissing my forehead softly. His touch is electrifying; sending heat to my face and causing the color to change to a glowing red.
It doesn't matter where we are, because at the end of the day, we're both holding hands and smiling. His glance gazes back down towards the river as he clears his throat.
"So this is it, huh? You didn't really expect to spent your seventeenth birthday out here," Brice laughs softly, eyes brimming with tears, "and I thought this day wouldn't have came so soon."
"You mentioned it to me before. You hated my guts back then, yet you brought me here and revealed something you really shouldn't have," I laugh along with him.
"The world's gone mad," Brice whispers, shutting his eyes with a sigh, "I don't want to see what's become of it. We're running away, Seto, we're going to get out of here."
"You're right," I reply once more, "this is our fate."
The lines between reality and fantasy become blurred. I don't know why I'm so nervous, but I'm sure as hell not chickening out. It's too late now and we're running out of time.
"So, shall we go then, m'lady?" Brice says in a joking manner, pretending to tip an imaginary hat.
"Surely, my dear husband," I pretend to do a curtsy, but end up clutching harder to his hand as we both take deep breaths.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
Just like that, the sound of rushing water isn't so far anymore. Everything is becoming more blurry; there's a white ringing in my ears. The everlasting touch of Brice's hand intertwined with mine is the only thing I am able to comprehend—our hands match perfectly together.
Husband and husband. Life in life.
the end.
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Killjoy ; SetoSolace
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