a/n: can we pretend that I didn't drop off the face of the Earth for a while?
From the comfort of the comet and the radio nestled between your legs, you could tell the exact moment the sun swallowed the Earth, even without the lovely view Halley provides.
The cooler sits between your feet, and your back strains with the effort of leaning over and grabbing the last cold beer to exist in the known universe. You can't help it, omnipotence doesn't do much for your physical form. You cross your stiff legs and you lean back in your recliner as an unsuspecting Earth continues to turn.
Then as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The radio had gone silent. No static remained, nothing remained. There were no last words, no time to prepare, the world had simply ended. Billions of years existence were undone, and will soon become no more than a fleeting memory.
"Sad, isn't it, Halley?" you croak to your inanimate companion, suddenly feeling very exhausted. Halley doesn't respond, she never does.
As quickly as the Earth had gone, the cooler, radio and recliner were gone too, and you could feel the sleep weighing down your eyes. You stretched your tired limbs again and spread out over the icy surface of the comet. And as the beautiful silence of space weighed on your bones, you muttered, "It's just you and me now, Halley."
Halley doesn't respond, she never does.
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