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[MF] Whose Left to Remember Tomorrow? (Let me know what you think!)

You know how everyone's always wondering how the world's going to end? Will it be zombies? Or some big war? Or a disease? Those all make sense right?

So it's odd to say, but it's kind of disappointing that it's just fizzling out like it is. Where's the big crash? The grand finale? Instead, here I am, propped up against this apple tree, at midnight, on top of this mess of a hill, waiting for the world to end. I look out and see some comets fly by, but really the sky is just changing colors. It just looks like Earth is bleeding out.

The scientists are saying something about the sun giving out, and they say that that’s causing some weird space storms, but who really knows. Who really cares honestly? It’s all just gonna end up right where we all started.

You wanna know the kicker of it all though? I sit here, waiting for existence as we know it to halt, and yet I'm still thinking about her. If I turned on the news, I could see buildings crumble, I could see people turning into absolute cavemen right before my eyes… but instead, it’s all about a girl. The mind wants what the mind wants I guess.

I’m just thinking about all of those times when everything was normal, and we’d go grab food at that little diner down the street. She was... unique. She’d get her speciality; spaghetti with a side order of fries. Everyone looked at her weird, including me at first, but she didn’t care. She said she liked to dip the fries in the spaghetti sauce like it was ketchup, and when I asked her why she didn’t just use ketchup, she said “Ketchup isn’t warm enough”. She was guaranteed to get a little sauce around the outside of her mouth, and I was guaranteed to wipe it for her. It had become common practice.

Not anymore though. I haven’t seen her in some months. It’s kinda funny actually, this world is ending just like our relationship did. Just sorta sizzling out, with no real climax. I wish I could even tell you why it ended… I have no idea. One day she just said it was time to move on, no reason, no motives, and in fact, she almost looked like she was about to cry. In my head I said “Well if you’re so sad about this, why are you doing it?”, but in reality I didn’t say much.

So I sit here, alone, watching it all turn hazy. Everyone has given up. Even the president has said it’s over. Buildings are being looted, cars are being destroyed, and I mean every city is literally on fire. No one does anything to stop it though, it’s been determined that we’re too far gone to save anything anyways.

I bet she’s still at her house. I bet she’s terrified, watching everything unfold like it has. I bet she’s dying for some company at a time like this. I know I am.

Honestly, I’m more comforted than scared by all of this though. I know this is the apocalypse, and it’s the moment humanity has dreaded since its foundation, but I’m just not worried. Maybe it's because I’m already so preoccupied, thinking about her, but I’m just ready to watch it all crash down. It feels like this has been coming for so long. I mean look at how quickly everyone turned on each other. Maybe we don’t deserve this beautiful planet.

But she does. She deserves the world all to herself. I remember sitting at this very tree with her, on this very hill, looking out into the city. Wondering if the stars might come out, if only the skyscrapers could turn their lights off.

It was a wonderful time to be alive. That’s what they always say at least. We’re always told that it’s “The best time to be alive”, but I don’t know who determines these things. For me, yeah it kind of was, but that’s only because I had her with me. For everyone else, I imagine it was kind of a terrible time, based on just how fast everything’s going up in flames right now. These people have been on the brink of chaos, the eve of destruction, for years, and now they have their day to act on everything they have ever imagined. It is both the most magnificent, and horrendous thing that I have ever seen.

I really am curious about what she’s up to right now. My mind tends to wander, but it always ends up right back here. Whether it’s the start of the apocalypse, or Taco Tuesday… I just need to know how she is.

I’m gonna go find her. Right now. Maybe if I’m lucky, I can bring her back here, and we can finally see some stars, once every building has faded out of the sky. The only problem I see is how packed those streets are. Those rioters aren’t really picky about what they destroy. I can’t exactly wow them with my story of love and passion if they rip my throat out. So maybe I can go around. I mean, the rules of the road aren’t exactly being regulated right now, so I could probably just drive through the hills to get to her house.

Okay, so I’m in my car. Foot is now on the gas. Here we go.

Isn’t this all so crazy? I mean can we just take a second to think about how this all would have sounded even just a month ago? I’m currently driving past a city that is just… ON FIRE. Not a building on fire, not a person on fire… an entire city is bursting into flames as I drive by. It feels like no one is even reacting. I feel like I’m the only one seeing this. People are trying to cling to normalcy, because it's the only thing that they have left.

I can’t drive fast enough over these grassy nobs of land. I just want to be at her house. I have no regard for my own safety, I just want to spend time with her.

We were together for about a year. Within that year we were inseparable. We did everything we could together. Every night was a new activity. It didn’t have to be expensive, as long as it was enjoyable. That’s what I loved so much about her I think. She didn’t try to act different than everyone else, she just was different than everyone else. I remember one night, she had said all she wanted to do was sit in the car and talk. No star gazing, no eating, just talking. I complained about how boring that sounded, but by the end of the night, I was convinced that I had just had the greatest time of my entire life. She was golden. She made me feel bad about myself without her, as if I were missing a part of myself. That probably sounds like a bad thing, but I swear it’s not. I may not know much in life, but I can guarantee you that we were in love.

And then she ended it.

I’m only a few minutes away from her house now, but I just keep wondering if there’s even a point to me going there. What if she’s not there? What if she doesn’t want to see me? Hell, what if she’s dead? I haven’t spoken to her since the day she ended things. I don’t know why really… we still could have been ‘friends’. No, that’s a lie. You can’t be friends with someone you once loved, or still love. How is that supposed to work? You both love each other one day, then one person falls out of love, and then the other person is just supposed to join them? Or worse, pretend like they agree? I still love her, there’s no way we could be anything other than together.

So that’s the plan I guess. Either pick her up, and go back to the hillside together, or go back alone. Either way I’ll be watching the same sky, on the same ground, under the same tree. I just feel like it would feel nice to be with her for one more night. That’s pretty romantic if you ask me.

Here’s her road. Sycamore Street.

720 Sycamore Street.

730 Sycamore Street.

740 Sycamore Street.

750 Sycamore Street.

760 Sycamore Street.

770 Sycamore Street.

780.

There it is. The cherry red Sedan, still parked out front. The house is still intact. Well the whole neighborhood is for the most part. For some reason people are only going after large cities, and businesses of any kind. It’s pretty strange. I’m walking up to the house. I’m gonna knock on her door.

Knock knock.

Nothing.

No one opens the door.

If I knock again too soon I’ll seem impatient.

Wait. It’s literally the end of the world, who cares about manners?

I knock again.

Silence.

Then.

Creeeeek.

The door opens.

A man stands there. He fills most of the doorway with his stature.

“Can I help you?” he is saying to me.

“Where is she?” I’m saying to him.

“Who? ___?”

“Yeah. Where is she?”

“She’s right inside, sleeping. It’s pretty late. Do you need to speak with her?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m her boyfriend.” the man says as he savagely rips my heart out of my chest.

“Boyfr- wow. Okay. Well. Yeah, just uh wish her well for me. Crazy times right?” I let out a laugh like I had just escaped an asylum.

“Right. Do I know you or something? Who should I tell her was here?”

I look behind him. On a shelf sits a picture of the two of them. They look happy.

Deep inside, I know that there is no world left. I could murder him where he stands, grab her and go to that tree with no punishment whatsoever.

They look happy.

That guy could have been me. Would I have wanted someone to interrupt my last, precious night with her? No. The answer can only be no. These two are in love, just as we were in love, and now, they get to spend these last few hours together. Maybe this house is their hillside.

I look up and notice that we’re far enough outside of the city, that you can see the stars. Or maybe it’s just that enough buildings have come tumbling down, back to the earth. Either way, I know that to me, her last few hours are more important than my own, and so I say

“Just tell her it was an old friend. And by the way, can you wake her up before all of this ends, and show her the stars. I just know she’d appreciate it. It really is beautiful up there.”

“Uh sure thing man. Safe travels.”

He closes the door as I walk away.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

I’m back on the hill. I just keep telling myself that if she’s happy, then I’m happy, but that trick only works for so long. I kinda wish this whole thing would just be over with already so I could stop thinking. It is nice to see the stars though. Even through all of this haze, they still shine bright.

I wonder if that’s who she left me for. It doesn’t matter. Although, I am curious. I wonder if he wipes the spaghetti sauce from her lips. Or if she’s even comfortable enough around him to order spaghetti. Of course she does, she’s always been her own person. Did you know she beat me in a soda chugging competition one time? She beat me by a mile. A real woman right there.

Well, while I wait, I’m gonna try to picture her again. Bright blue eyes. The same color as the sky. Well, the color it used to be.

Luscious, golden brown hair like Rapunz-

Woah, woah. Something in the sky just shifted. We’re getting close. That doomsday clock is about to strike midnight. I’m getting sort of anxious.

Right, so, hair like Rapunzel.

The smile of a movie star.

The soul of a divine figure.

And the vocabulary of a sailor.

She was so special. I was so sad to see her go. I stayed up for nights on end, trying to figure out what I had done wrong, but that’s what people in my situation never understand. If you had done something wrong, don’t you think they would have told you? People don’t generally have a problem with something, and just walk away from it. People walk away when they become disinterested, or find something better to do. That was an idea I could handle. I can be boring, but I cannot handle the idea that I wronged her in some way.

It’s all so funny honestly. Not like, laughing, funny. I mean funny in the ironic sense. It’s just funny that the one night, where we can actually see these stars, she decides to go to bed. Maybe it brought back too many memories. Nah, she’s not thinking about me. Why would she be? She’s got Fabio there to keep her company.

I wonder if he woke her up to look at those stars yet. Maybe we can’t be together, but it’s still comforting to know we might be looking at the same sky.

Oh okay, okay. Here we go. An asteroid. A real big one. It’s definitely coming this way. Let the show begin I guess.

Wait. I hear something. It’s coming from behind me. There’s a ghostly blue light being cast up the path along the hill, and it’s coming nearer.

I turn again and see the asteroid in its enormous presence. I may have fifteen seconds at the very most, until impact.

I am rubbernecking back and forth between the light and the asteroid, when the source of the light finally appears.

Cherry red.

She must have figured this is where I’d be on a night like this.

I guess I’m not that boring after all.

A smile is spreading across my face.

I feel the warmth of the space rock on the back of my neck.

She gets out of the car.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to wipe this one off your chin!” I shout.

She smiles.

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