Happy Endings, The End Of The World and Other Peculiar Melancholies

-3 : End Of a World?

It was a usual Friday when the world stopped breathing, the beating heart of something
beautiful shattering into a million shimmering shards.

I remember you, a fading, half formed husk searching for forgiveness in my eyes as you confessed to loving this despair, to being content in suffering.

You cried more than me when Dad died, though. I guess spending eternity with someone isn't eternal when heaven comes crashing down.

People stumbled about in the streets, the day the news told us that the angels had grown bored. The screams were elecrifying

Apathetic, we hold hands as our lives explode.