and they go, i hate to say i told you so - writing

[Legends]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]i've had this as a solid idea for a couple days, don’t know what it is or what’s going to become of it.

"No no this is what it is" he laughed, his voice almost trailing off before his thoughts caught up and he continued, "for everyone, the world either works for you or against you because you only see the world from your point of view. Everyone else is a supporting character or an NPC. People believe that they are important because of their perspective as a person since they have two eyes and brain that interprets the world around them. When people are said to," he lifted his hands and did air quotes around his next words, "think they are the center of the world, it's because they are. They are the center of their world. Everyone works for them, with them, or against them. That's why people are selfish because the world has either benefited them or taken from them. It's like driving on the interstate and thinking that you need to make it home because you have a family or you're applying for college or you have friends who need you but you are just one of hundreds of thousands of other people who believe that they are just as important but could care less if a car in front of them or behind them drives off the road, as long as the wreck doesn't harm them. People always preach that everyone is important and has a soul and it worth time but in a world of ten billion people how can that be true when there are people saving lives as doctors and bringing joy as actors or creating art and changing the narrative and others work desk jobs or at grocery stores. You tell me who is more important out of those two groups.” he finished and pulled a french fry out of the bag sitting on his legs.

“You think about this a lot huh?” she said, looking forward at the single car she had taken to get here that was sitting under the empty park’s lone orange street light. She pushed back the swing she was sitting on with one foot so that she was lightly moving back and forth, before taking a sip out of the plastic bottle of green tea she had been absently holding.

“How could I not? And It’s not like anyone else is going to think about something so existential,” he replied smiling slightly, once again going through the realization of how depressing his amassed train of thought about the meaning of life was, however, it was more important that she was smiling, even if the topic was depressing. It was a good thing he could tell her about it, she never shut him out, but it wasn’t like she let him in either. “Fry ?” he asked and tilted the bag towards her.

She took one and ate it, going against much of her practice and preach gospel of tea and homemade salads. It could’ve been perceived as diet culture and maybe, underneath the surface, it was but on the surface, it was 'a healthy lifestyle', luckily it made her feel and look good plus the aesthetic was a bonus that even he had admired before.

“I’m-” he started, trying to fill the gap of silence that was creeping upon the swingset the two were sitting at,  “sorry about everything that’s happened with Hannah, what she did…” he trailed off, knowing this was hardly a good conversation topic but he’d already started so there was no stopping now, “are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just stuck in the after-shock,” she said right after he finished, leaving almost no space between his question and her answer. She took another sip of the green tea, avoiding adding anything else on the topic. “How about you and the track star’s sister. Not half bad.” she quipped, switching the conversation back to him, as she no longer wanted to linger in the “after-shock” at the swingset.

“Me and the track star’s sister ? You make it sound like something’s actually happened. You and I both know nothing ever will. I can’t talk to very many people, much less her. She’s one of the popular ones remember." he said somewhat dejectedly, as every word held a common truth.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’ll never happen,” she said, still looking forward into the dark, into the night that seemed to be everywhere around her. It had consumed the trees and blocked out the stars.

“Hey !” he interjected and turned to look at her, a slight smile appearing on his lips. “You’re supposed to be supportive and give some advice or something,” the tone of defense not lost on either but the tone of humor was much more present to both him and her.

“Okay I’ll try harder next time.” she lightly laughed and pulled out her phone to check the time. 12:42 am. She stood up from the swing and sighed, “okay, take me home Carradine” she breathed and he stood up following suit, the keys to his car already in his hand.

“Whatever you need Costello.”