The Grenade That Didn’t Stop Exploding – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…He stares across the table and lets out a stuttered breath while gently closing his eye. “Let me get this right, so I can make sure WE,” he says as he gestures towards Fabian and himself. “Me and you, are both on the same page. You’re telling me that because you feel you can’t change anything, you don’t want to part of anything.”

“No, I’m not saying that.”

“Okay, well that’s a FUCKING relief,” he says as he leans back in his chair with a broad smile snaking across his lips while his cheeks glow red with the rush of blood that surges into them. “I thought you were gonna FUCKING quit on me MAN!”

“But I am,” Fabian says quickly, which brings Marc’s face back to a pale stony white, and his smile into a downward spiral.

“W-W-W-What? O-O-Over this?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I-I-I-I, I d-d-d-don’t understand?” Marc stammers as he stares towards Fabian with a glazed covered eyes that blink like the indicator of a car when one of the adjacent lights have blown.

“That’s because you can’t, you never could, and you never will.” Fabian says as he launches himself to his feet. “You see what you see, with the eyes of a man focused on a prize that makes no sense, that has no relation to what he is doing. While I,” he says as he thumps his chest like a overzealous wrestler attempting to intimidate his ring competitor. “I see the stars for ALL their worth. I see their worlds grow and die. I see what you do not. So no, I’m not leaving because of this ONE THING! I’m leaving because of it ALL!”

“I-I-I, I still d-d-don’t understand. W-W-What does the stars have to d-d-do with this?”

“Everything, and nothing…”

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