Sorry. So sorry! I always thought we'd get old together, reading stories to our grandsons on our laps.
We had so many plans, so much future. We had it all, but now it was all taken away from us.
It's the end. I know it. And you know it too. We're all going to die sooner or later. I have it. I can feel it. It's consuming me and it's slowly killing me. Soon, I'll be like all the others, and I don't want that.
You have it too. You caught it from me. I couldn't feel guiltier when I saw you throwing up last night, burning with fever. We'll die, my love, and it'll be an awful, disgraceful death.
I'm sparing us more suffering. You wouldn't understand, because you believe in God and in Heaven. Those that take their own lives have no place in the beautiful afterlife world that you conceive. So I'll do it for you. For us. I have no fear for the fate of my soul. I can burn in hell for it, but I don't care. I prefer it than the horrible reality that lays ahead of us in the real world.
We'll die. And it will be horrible.
I'm just deciding how it is going to end. Swift, painless and quick. Together.
Goodbye, my love.
YOU ARE READING
Notes from the End of the World
HorrorThe Collectors Guild hired him to be the Postman, to gather the notes that will help the humankind to have a deeper understanding on how and why the world ended. Nobody knows anything for sure; the only certainty is that it's really dangerous out th...
