You Won't Remember All My Champagne Problems.

You won't remember all my champagne problems.

"You better not be Michael Holden"

My silly ass 😂😂😂:

THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

I love Scott Pilgrim so much :3

HOW AM I JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS

EXCERPT #1:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

I’ve had a tough week. Not like I compare the days anymore, as I did when I first found myself in the City; writing, describing, counting all the horrors I saw each day, how this one cyborg was particularly resilient… These interactions have become monotonous for me now.

Something that is forever changing around here, however… The air. Besides its dreadful quality from day one, the metallic dust clusters more and more everyday, making particular spots worse than others. You never realise you may be walking through a bad spot until you suddenly start coughing, almost wishing you had listened to your parents and brought that old inhaler with you. I truly think my asthma might be coming back. The only guidance for your guaranteed escape is the blinding, bright lights of the City’s street lamps and advertisements…

I keep wishing that one of these days, I’ll follow a light and it will lead me to you, February. You truly do shine brighter than the others.

[...]

But, February, I’m scared I’m losing sight of you. The lights, the air… I see one less star in the night sky as each day passes. I almost hope its pollution worsening my view, because if not, the exploded stars must have finally finished travelling to earth, and I’m caught up to the present.

I don’t like it.

I’ve decided I will forever live in the past, where you are February, and maybe, one day, we will see each other again. If I remain in the present, who knows what will come of the sky. I witness its losses of its sparkle the longer I am here.

How do I know, February, that you are still with me? How do I know you haven’t left? It would be nice to hear from you. When we last saw each other, you shone so bright. Would you burn as bright in the sky in Universe City? You never did like the City either. I only wish to get out just as you did.

Perhaps I was right. Perhaps you already have exploded. I would’ve expected you to shine forever. Or perhaps the City has destroyed our contact too. My contact. It was almost parasocial. Voyeuristic. Though I do wonder if you were ever looking for me too.

Is it too ambitious? To hope you still see me? To hope you still care? To hope you never left me in the first place? Perhaps I am too ambitious, perhaps I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. But I could only wish to fly too close to the sun.

Because maybe I’d get a glimpse of you, February, in my final seconds.

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does anyone else have a bad habit of getting obsessed w people they just met or what

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