I know even now as I run till my lungs burn hotter than the lava cascading down the sides of the mountain that this is the end of my life. As soon as I saw the first drops bubbling up, I called the local police and alerted them to evacuate everyone. I can only hope they all escape.
I don't know why I am running; I should know better than anyone else, you cannot outrun ash and lava. I suppose it's ingrained in the most primal part of me to try to escape when death looms near. the nature I've grown to love in my time here is burning around me from the intense heat. between the heavy ash in my lungs and the intense heat around me, every part of me wishes for nothing more than to give up, lie down, and be consumed by my fate. My most primal urges keep me pushing onward, tumbling down the hillside in my pursuit to live on. The ash is thick, heavy, and extremely hot, it burns my eyes and burns my skin as adrenaline moves my legs faster than ever before.
Lava and ash fall around me like a deadly rain, in the distance I can see the local town is on fire, anything not caught in the blaze is melting under the heat of lava or is being crushed under the weight of heavy layers of ash.
I am truly sorry my dearest love, I should have listened to your pleas for me not to go, maybe if I had we could have lived long and happily together. I have never loved anyone as I have loved you, and I never will. I hope you can move on and find new joy; you truly deserve all the good in the world.
