DirkJake- Endgame

Your name is Dirk Strider and you wish you could be anywhere but here.

Sure, you just finally beat the game that quite literally ruined your life. Sure, the door to the new universe is right there and all you have to do is open it and then you can do anything you want. Logically this is the only place to be. But of course logic isn't strong enough for once. If it was, it would be able to stop you from wanting to turn around and go hide on one of the planets or something for the rest of your life.

Why are you feeling so conflicted?

Because your ex-boyfriend is standing right over there.

You knew this encounter was unavoidable, and that that was probably for the best. There was literally no communication when you broke up, and you haven't spoken since. Even if you were never going to talk to each other again, there has to be some sort of closure, right? But you sure as hell don't want to say anything.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like Jake wants to start the conversation either. He definitely saw you. You make eye contact for a second and then he awkwardly looks away and edges closer to the other side of the platform. Seeing that only makes the pain worse. You know you hurt him. You're tempted to just give up, for both of your sakes. Trying to fix your relationship even a little would probably just make it all worse.

What are you supposed to do?

You don't know. So you just stand there, happy reunions happening around you only making it more obvious how alone you are. You don't want to stare, so you just awkwardly look at the floor, glancing up at him every once in a while, because you can't help it. He seems to be doing the same. You wonder what's going through his head. Is he wishing he had the courage to speak too? Is his mind racing, running through the thousands of words he wishes he had told you, wondering if any of them could describe how he felt now? Is he ready to surrender to the intimidation of the infinite possible outcomes of talking to you and just give up?

No. You can't let it end like this. If he's not going to say something, you have to be the one to do it.

You swallow the uneasy feeling in your stomach and walk towards him. The closer you get, the more nervous he looks. He looks away. He's pretending not to notice you. Turn around. Walk away. This is a horrible idea.

"Jake."

He turns around. "Hm?"

Don't pretend you didn't see me.

You can tell he's still anxious, despite how hard he's trying to act like everything's fine. Everything's not fine and the sooner he admits it the sooner you two can fix it.

You decide to just cut to the chase instead of pathetically attempting to avoid the awkwardness you're both feeling. "I'm sorry."

He doesn't respond. He probably just doesn't know what to say, and you aren't sure what to say either. Well it's probably better to just spill whatever comes to mind. You can't think of anything you could say that would make the situation worse than it already is.

"I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. You never liked me the way I like you, and I'm ok with that. I know I hurt you and I feel horrible about it. I just... I guess I just didn't know how to express my feelings for someone and trying just messed everything up."

Please say something.

But he doesn't say anything. You don't know anymore if he just doesn't know what to say or doesn't want to talk to you. It's probably the latter. You should leave. You should just walk away and leave him alone for once. You're only making it worse and you know it. So naturally, you keep talking.