A World That Belonged to Us

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A World That Belonged to Us

            I can’t help but think back on the days when everything was simpler. We would run through the fields laughing and shouting and it didn’t even matter. Back then, the world might as well have belonged to us.

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            “I caught you, Bliss!” you yell in glee as you tackle me to the ground and proudly proclaim that I am it.

            “I am not!” I pout and shake my head.

            You then go on to explain to me how there is no way that I couldn’t be it when you clearly tagged me. You go running off and the setting sun makes your brown hair look like a beautiful copper color. It actually makes me jealous, because my hair is just a sandy brown color, even in the sunlight—then it’s just a lighter brown color. In all honesty I don’t take too much notice of my own, just yours.

            We’ve been friends since I can remember, and it will always be that way. I can’t see why that would ever change. Bliss and Sebastian; Sebastian and Bliss—best friends for life.

            The next time that I look to the sky, it’s getting dark. It’s time for our game to be over.

            Everyone has to be inside before the sky is black—it’s the Borer’s rules. They took over Kutland before either of us were around. So we hurry back to the house, where our mothers scold us for being late, saying that the Borer’s could have punished us if they saw us out. But we shrug it off and don’t worry, because I swear that I will always hate them, and you assure me that they will never get to you. So they are no concern of ours.

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            It’s your sixteenth birthday when our town collapses. Everything is shut down and the Borer’s invade. They burn our homes and take all the children. You tell me to go and that everything will be okay, but I refuse to leave this place without you. So you agree to leave it all behind with me.

            “Let’s go!” you say anxiously, “Before they find us and catch up.”

            We run as fast as we can and make our getaway attempt. They sky turns purple, and then black as night falls. All that is seen now are our shadows against the firelight.

            “Remember when we were kids, and it was like none of this mattered?” I ask you, glancing only for a moment away from the fire to meet your softened gaze. I don’t wait for an answer, “Remember how it was like a game to us? As if we were untouchable? We’re still untouchable, aren’t we?”

            “You’ll always be untouchable,” you say selflessly—you would give up your life to save me. That’s one thing that’s always been true. I admire you for that, Sebastian.

            We live like this for some amount of weeks, traveling in the day and resting at night. You tell me we have to keep moving north to get away from them, because they are somehow always getting closer to us. If we move north, you say, the terrain gets to rocky for their method of transportation. So we move north and move north, until I wonder how much more is left of the Earth.

            “How much longer, Sebastian?” I ask you, tired and weary, as I try to make this beast of an earth into my bed.

            You are already flat on your back, facing the stars; “Until they’re gone.”