It's been a while since I was near anyone. They all left when the sun exploded. It was only me. All... alone. It's been 109 years since I last saw all my friends. I've been on the run, for a very long time. I was getting sick of it. All alone, on a deserted, destroyed planet. I wouldn't even call it a planet. There's no humans or animals, except for me and..... the one chasing me. I'll be immortal until he catches up. He's probably close by now. But do I care? why didn't my friends wait for me.... probably because they aren't immortal like me. Nor do they have a tiny thing chasing them. I turn around and look down. It's coming! I sprinkle salt on the floor. It's no use. I just run, fast, but not that far. I sit down in the grass, knowing it's not far from me. I see it, coming towards me. It's been 109 years since we saw each other, my friends, wait for me, ill be there soon. After all this time, of running... I'm leaving you. I reach my hand out, it's getting closer. So, this is how it ends. It's finally in my reach, I pick up the snail. I'm almost there my friends.
