After the war ends, what are you thinking about? Everything's different, nobody has escaped from the consequences of one man. People are out celebrating his death at the moment. It's funny how that happens, one minute you think you're dead, and the next your so happy you don't give a damn about what happens. Humans are interesting like that sometimes.
But what do you do after you no longer have to fear for your life or others, within limits? People have gotten so use to it, that they don't adjust until years later. But won't you become restless if you actually played a part in the war? Don't you think "What now?"? Don't you wonder what you can do with your life now that your destiny's done with? You could always settle down and have kids, but the most important time of your life has just passed, and you were so worried about it that you forgot to laugh.
I feel as if I've been lost for so long, when it's only been a couple hours. I want to curl up in a little ball, in my little bubble, and cry. Either that or cling to someone and ask them to never let you go. Not to really say those words, but to mean them.
However, we don't always get what we want. I'm sitting in the Three Broomsticks right now, and I'm miserable at all of this niose and caous. It feels so strange. I forced myself to focuse on surving for so long that tuned out my other emotions. I think I"ll cry when I listen to them.
But for now, I'm just sitting here on my stool, waiting for the people to realize that history repeats itself, and we can't get too comfy.
"Why aren't you enjoying the festivities?"The bartender asks me kindlysays as she hands me a drink.
"Thanks." But for now, I don't want to spoil the good mood. After all, we must have fun when we can, for we never know when it'll happen again.