The same large willow tree, branches extending for a few feet before dropping down to create a large dome of leaves around me...and his grave. Where his ashes lay, 6 feet under the freshly dug soil. This is his favorite place-is, no was- was his favorite place. No one else knows about it but us. He would come out here for hours at a time and every once in a while he would bring me and we would have a picnic under the stars. It was a beautiful feeling, in a beautiful place with the one person whoever made me happy. But now...there's just a stone.
Zachary Shing
1942--2481
Death didn't bother me in the past, everyone who I knew died eventually, even the people who lived to be 100. But Zacc was different, he wasn't supposed to die. He was supposed to continue to wake me up every morning with a steaming cup of coffee for the rest of eternity or until the world ended. I love him and I- I need him.
I'm the only person at his funeral, his family died years ago not even his sisters grandchildren are on this earth anymore. Maybe he will get to meet them in the afterlife. he believed in a christain afterlife, a heaven and hell with a God who created all. I know that's not really what happened since the council created the universe and everything in it, the council- the council did THIS to him they are the reason he's gone. They took him away from me, they took away my everything!
I have lived on this planet for centuries and never before have I had a bad thought about the council, never before did I lose my will to live. But the council keeps me alive, they keep everything alive and they decide when everything dies. Eventually they will decide that everything needs to die and will start all over again. When will it be my turn to decide that it's my turn to be happy, that it's my turn to die.
