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Jan. 28th, 2021 08:50 pmAt first, David hadn't thought much of it.
But people kept talking about it. They would come into the store and they would whisper about the meteor coming straight for Darrow. He heard snippets of it on some shady radio station. There's a freaking cult or something who believes aliens are coming to kill them or rescue them or rule them, David isn't really sure. He's heard all three options and while he's still mostly convinced that is bullshit, he's no longer sure whether or not this meteor thing is true.
Actually, he's pretty sure it is true.
Which means David is freaking out. His wedding plans, every single wonderful, beautiful, incredible thing he's planned for his -- okay, their -- wedding is absolutely pointless, because a meteor is going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything and they're all going to die.
And the wedding won't happen. Because everyone will be dead or on fire or living with aliens.
Which means David is panicking. At the moment, he's panic cleaning the store, frantically scrubbing one of the counters as he takes shallow, gasping breaths. He's having a panic attack. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid, and he hates that he's having a panic attack, but he is.
He can't catch his breath. His chest hurts. His entire wedding planning is a waste.
But people kept talking about it. They would come into the store and they would whisper about the meteor coming straight for Darrow. He heard snippets of it on some shady radio station. There's a freaking cult or something who believes aliens are coming to kill them or rescue them or rule them, David isn't really sure. He's heard all three options and while he's still mostly convinced that is bullshit, he's no longer sure whether or not this meteor thing is true.
Actually, he's pretty sure it is true.
Which means David is freaking out. His wedding plans, every single wonderful, beautiful, incredible thing he's planned for his -- okay, their -- wedding is absolutely pointless, because a meteor is going to hit Darrow and obliterate everything and they're all going to die.
And the wedding won't happen. Because everyone will be dead or on fire or living with aliens.
Which means David is panicking. At the moment, he's panic cleaning the store, frantically scrubbing one of the counters as he takes shallow, gasping breaths. He's having a panic attack. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid, and he hates that he's having a panic attack, but he is.
He can't catch his breath. His chest hurts. His entire wedding planning is a waste.
