*Max's PoV*




So, this is life. It really, really sucks. Yes world, life sucks. People get sick, people get hurt, and... people die. Good people die. They die for no reason and that bothers me.

Ire died for no reason. I know what she told me, but still. It's hard just leaving her behind. She helped me, but I couldn't help her. How unfair is that? Very.

The time I couldn't help her ends up in her being six feet under and me being about a thousand feet up. Life isn't fair and you can't buy a new one, so why bother? If they can put 'Girls kick ass' on a t-shirt, why can't they make a 'Life isn't fair. You invest a lot in it and get crap in exchange' one? That would be more true to the truth.

I'll probably never see Theo again. I thought maybe he would swing by and take a visit after the funeral, but he didn't. He was a good guy and I'm gonna miss him. I wonder if Ire visited him too. I wonder if he had an undream dream like mine.

Ire kinda confused me though. What did she mean that I needed to take a page from her book and learn to say 'I love you'? One day I'll figure that out, and when I do, watch out world.

Now I know that things really do happen for a reason... even if that reason makes no sense and is totally lost upon me. Whatever. Lesson learned... or something like that.

At least Ire is out of pain and in the Good Place. I find it ironic that the good brother who spoke of the Place somehow wormed his way inside Ire's mind and warped it into a duplicate of his. Kill kill kill. Right Ben? Wrong. Ire knew that. Ire knew destiny was something, but not that.

Destiny is something one can make for themselves... if they're lucky. Sometimes destiny is shoved down your throat and you've either gotta take it or die trying to fight it. Ire died fighting a destiny that wasn't even hers. She was my friend and I think I am going to take a page from her book.

I love.


THE END

A/N: The story is now dedicated to Barcode Chick and Zhaneel, the true Ire fans. This note is also going to be in the first chapter.