The Bottom of That Well

In the ball room of a party, sat a frustrated dog who's nightly duty was getting the best of her. 

Though First was strong and her task of watching the castle's dancefloor she was told was important... she couldn't help but look at the duos waltzing to the most emotional ballads, ballads that make you want to fall into destiny's arms and forget everything that worried you. 

Oh stars, how she could use someone to help her forget.

As people passed her not providing a second glance, and she glared at locals she knew were eyeing the expensive paintings on the walls, she let her mind wonder. She'd always been a lonely person, though not by choice.

Destiny can be cruel, and gods even moreso. She didn't usually think about her own superstitions or the idea of after life, but between the hypnotic music and thousands of stars past the glass celling of the building, it was hard not to think about what she was currently wasting her life on.

Nobody truly liked her, all the faces in the ballroom seemed like ones she has never truly known despite being apart of the community her entire life. 

And as she watched the happy couples before her dance, she felt the heaviness on her shoulders, the same she had experienced in her sleep. First had many nightmares, though she remembered few of them one she always had involved her standing before a well, looking down. It seemed bottomless, though she could smell the damp air and moss growing on it's rocky walls, implying there was water somewhere down there.

Before she'd be able to get her footing, she'd always be pushed down. By what she never knew, maybe a gust of wind or one of the hundreds of people she had wronged throughout her short life, but that didn't seem to matter by the time she started plummeting into the endless darkness of the well.

First would never fall to the end of the well, but would always remember looking up, as the entrance of the pit shrank smaller and smaller, though the stars never shrank with it. Before long, she'd be up in a cold sweat... usually on the floor. 

It was just like her life, she thought. She knew her destiny, what the end of her story would be. It'd be her, looking up from the midst of that pit in the ground, counting the stars she could see before her brain could comprehend the fact that she was doomed. She had been destined to fall, and even though she couldn't even comprehend why or how the fall began, it barely mattered when she was seconds before the bottom... if there even was a bottom. 

Would there be a bottom?

In the midst of her thoughts, First noticed her good friend Day had made his way over to her side. He looked a bit... rough, as if he'd been on a separate adventure she'd never really know the extent of. His eye was slightly puffy, not from crying it seemed, but as if someone had slammed a rock into it. His coat looked a bit dusty and stretched out, as he tiredly slumped onto the nearby column First was standing by.

"... rough night?"

"God, you don't know the half of it..." Day said, pulling out the phone he always carried with him and flipping it open. The dim light glowed onto his tired eyes, as he scrolled missed calls... all from his dad.

The tapping of the people dancing in the room felt as if it were miles away from the two guards, as First looked on at the people who she knew she'd never really know.

"... You ever feel like... you're falling?" Day asked, breaking the silence, sniffling as he wiped a drip of snot from his battered nose.

"Yeah. Down a bottomless pit, just... down, down, down," She monotonously muttered, "And the deeper I go the more I forget how I fell in the first place."

The two sat there, sharing in their misery together. For a brief moment, it didn't feel as horrible as it was.

And though Day was never wise, thought a lot. And sometimes, overthinking is all you can do. Thinking until you come up with an answer that'd satisfy your own stormy thoughts.

"I always feel like I'm falling... but whenever I feel like I've fell too deep, I think about the sky. How they say if you hold up your thumb, under it is billions of stars, infinite numbers of worlds in the night sky..." He spoke, gently putting his hand on hers, "How we're less than nothing in the infinite-- Infinite galaxies, infinite universes, infinite... everything."

" I don't see how that'd make me feel any better." First remarked, as she followed Day's gaze up to the dome in the ceiling. 

"My point is, no hole is bottomless. There's going to be an end to our world, our solar system, and the infinite possibilities will keep going and going... until eventually even that stops. There will be a bottom to that pit, and from the bottom..."

"It's said you can see the stars even brighter than at the top."

...

It was funny, really. As her and Day sat in silence...

The ceiling almost looked like the entrance to that well.