The reasoning for everything to happen the way it did after the timeskip to make the real ending come to pass was contrived, forced and sloppily written. But I gotta say that the emotional aspect behind it, the concept of it at the very least, it got to me. You're in a world of shit and you have someone you love, someone you care for, practically a father to you and you get to see his head get cracked open in front of you, and after going after the one responsible at the end of it you and your girlfriend get the shit beat out of you and are seconds away from being killed had it not been for Abby's friend stepping in. So you move on, you settle down and life seems to be figuring itself out and it seems like a happy'ish ending, as happy as it can be. But what happened in the past haunts you, and so you risk throwing it all away to pursue Abby again and after going through hell to get to her by the time you reach her you're weak and tired. And you find her, "crucified", gaunt, weak and broken from what she's had to endure. You let her down, she lets her friend down and you continue down to a set of boats as you're not sure if this is what you want anymore. But before she can leave you tell her that no, you have to have your conclusion, she needs to die, let's fight womano a womano and after a brutal fight you're just about to finish drowning and a flashback of Joel happens, thinking back on a happier time, when things were better, crashing back to reality you let her go and she goes off and you sit there, alone, in the water. God knows how far away from "home" you are? Who knows if whatsherface is still around the farm? The closure you needed, did you get it or were you too weak to go through with it? Hell, who knows if you'll survive the wounds you've suffered. You're alone. Truly alone, in this inhospitable world behind enemy lines. You've traveled all this way, gone through all this shit and... You're left with nothing. So you go back home and find that she's moved out. You play a bit of your guitar, put it to the side and then walk off. The End.
In that shitty of a world, what little you can have to actually make life worth living, if it is taken away from you especially if that thing is a person who gets brutally murdered right in front of you, how do you move on? I myself hate the world around me and long for the past and in my case no one has died. So wanting to go back, so desperately to go back, to maybe do things different, to say things different, to just... Have more time... You can't. You're stuck in the now and what if the now can't ever even come close to replace what you had before?
Emotionally/mentally I feel like where she physically is at the end on the beach, metaphorically of course. All alone in a place you don't belong. Feeling like everything is working against you and all you get is hardship but no reward. What you pursue turns out to not be what you want and what else is there to pursue? Tired and weak from everything you've been through to get to this point. Everything around you is grey, and cloudy, it's hard to see anywhere because of the mist locking you into this little moment in time.
And all I want... Is to just go back. To a time when you hadn't wasted away the things you care about. When you still had so many opportunities. To when you didn't feel broken and unwanted by the world. A happier time. And it's not nostalgia, I remember bad things from back then too but the good outweighs the bad in contrast to my current life. But you can't go back, all you get is the occasional flash that reminds you of something better and it snaps you out of what you're doing and just leaves you sitting there in the cold water, seeing the world around you for what it is.
Just, turn it down maybe 2 notches, cause my life isn't necessarily that extreme for me emotionally.
