The Llove of My Life

Prologue

"Paul? Paul are you in there? Are you home? Paul?"

Carl knocks on the door impatiently. There's no response. He knocks again. Nothing still.

After knocking for about sixteen minutes, he says, "I'm coming in Paul, I'm sorry if this violates your restraining order but it's really important for me."

He finally goes inside.

And sees a horrible, heart breaking sight.

Carl had seen a lot. A lot of blood, a lot of gore, a lot of spilled guts. But nothing hit him as hard as this. Nothing hurt him more than this. Nothing made him feel as much as seeing this.

Paul's skeletal remains.

"Oh." Carl's face went slack as the realisation set in. Within him stirred an ocean of emotions he had never felt before. Sadness. Guilt. Remorse.

And pain.

Lots and lots of pain.

What have I done....

"I- I guess you're gone..."

Tears start flowing down slowly, as Carl walks away in a daze. Out of the ruined apartment building. Down the cracked, uneven street. Through the dusty, clogged air.

Paul, Carl thought through his daze. He... He was.... He was my love. He was my heart. He is everything I wanted and needed all along. And now, look at what I have done. Carl cast a glance around the world around him. Dried blood covering most surfaces, and everything looking apocalyptic. I have lost him.

I have lost him forever....

Carl keeps walking, as memories play through his mind over and over again. The voice of Paul yelling "Caaaaarlll!" in an annoyed tone. Paul's shock at the horrible things he does. His wide eyes and a mouth gaping open as he sees the bloody mess made by Carl.

He looked really amazing underneath that flower hat of his. He was the one and only friend that Carl had. The one and only llama he ever had feelings for.

The one and only llama in the world he ever loved.

"Paul," Carl repeated as he walked, tears out of control at this point. "Paul. Paul."

I will miss you. Carl walked up to a broken bridge over a river of water. The slosh of the waves bringing back more memories of Paul. It was all Carl could think about. Paul. Paul. Paul.

But how could Carl live in a world where Paul wasn't alive?

I don't have a reason to live anymore, Carl thought to himself as he started climbing the bridge.

Nearing the end of the path, Carl walked to the side of a bridge, tears streaming down his face. Getting up on the edge, he looked out over the destruction of the world he lived in. The wind blowing his worn green Santa-like hat.

"Carl!" He cried, switching between himself and Paul. "Oh hey. Carl! I didn't do that. Carl! CARL!"

With a final scream of his own name, he jumped off the bridge, the wind blowing his hat off and roaring in his ears. Yelling his own name at the top of his lungs, Carl sank closer and closer to the water. To his death.

His eyes shut tight, Carl waited for the cold embrace of the deep blue water.

And got what he wished for.