It's kind of funny, actually.

I get my best friend back- fall in love with her even. I get the scholarship of my dreams.

On top of all that, I save a wonderful girl's life and find myself saddled with a power of godly power.

God, why couldn't it be that easy?

Why could I just live a normal, happy life?

Fall in love with my blue haired punk and sweep her off her feet somehow, enjoy a nice cup of tea with Kate.

Graduate and make my way into the world of photography- I don't need to be famous and have that particular dream come true, honest! At this point I'd be fine working as a cheap photographer who everyone keeps forgetting the name of.

I just want Chloe Price at my side when I do it.

But life isn't that *fucking* simple, is it?

Dreams don't come true! Not even realistic ones.

Not here, not in Arcadia Bay.

Not when it's the week of the End of the World party.

God, could they have picked out a more coincidental name? It's nerve-wracking how accurate that damn party's *name* was alone.

End of the *fucking* world! Party like animals, high school assholes. If I second guess myself it'll be the last party of your lives.

Let's get off topic now.

I never believed in a god.

Never had reason to.

If god exists, why do horrible things happen? It doesn't make sense.

But I respect the beliefs of others. Always have and always will.

Kate told me something once- something that made me want to believe.

I wanted to believe a god existed so fucking badly.

But I couldn't.

I can't.

What kind of a god would do this?

What kind of a god would force this decision upon me?

I can have the girl I love or I can have the world that I live in.

I can have my life support or I can pull the plug myself, knowing I've saved many against the one.

But...

If I save them, I leave her.

If I save them, I erase a week of my life from existence.

I would never have befriended all these people, I would never have helped Chloe find Rachel.

I would never have helped Chloe see the light of the world...

If I save them...

I'll go insane.

I'll hate myself and I'll hate the world.

Chloe would die bitter and alone in that bathroom, never knowing how much I DID for her.

But if I save HER...

If I save her, I leave my world behind.

I leave behind my dreams, my friends, my hope...

I leave behind the things I worked so FUCKING hard to get.

I leave this town with a trail of sorrow and death following behind me...

Blood on my hands and a stain in my heart and in my head.

I leave her...

I have a world of misery on my shoulders.

A cloud of darkness pounding in my head- all things I've never said.

I leave them...

I lose the world beneath my feet.

The void will devour my heart- there will be no restart.

How do I make this choice?

I can't do it.

I can't.

Chloe is standing in front of me, waiting, HOPING that I make the right decision.

I love her.

I love her so much it hurts.

Fuck, I'm even crying now, I think.

Hard to tell with all the rain.

And I've got the ticket to the world in my palms.

It's so fragile- so easy to destroy.

God, who ever would've thought one could save the world with just a single measly photograph?

So thin and flimsy.. It could slip right through my fingers and that would be it- the world, gone.

I don't know what's right.

Chloe needs me to make the right choice but I just.. I can't... I WON'T...

But I have to.

I take a deep breath and hold the polaroid with shaky hands.

It's Chloe Price or the world.

All she can do is hope she doesn't regret this...