If the world was ending you'd come over, right?
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It's all over the world, all over the news.
Earthquakes.
Forest fires.
Floods.
Typhoons.
Nature is fucking us up the way we fucked it up first.
Is this really the end? We saw this one coming but we turned a blind eye and I guess we weren't really ready for it now that it's happening.
Did we really fuck up? We didn't take care of the only planet we could live in and now it's dying right before our eyes.
Scientists and experts around the world finally got their predictions right but it was as scary as it's happening, and even if the government was trying to hide it at first, the researchers were determined to let the people know.
The Big One that they were talking about for the past few years wasn't just a strong and deadly earthquake that could kill thousands on a certain place on a single day but actually a chain reaction of fault lines moving all over the world for a couple of days.
It's already happening.
The world is on the brink of ending. The face of the world, as we know it, will forever change.
"How dramatic," I sighed as I reached my phone only to see that the signal was still down.
Stay at home, stay with your family and say your prayers.
Those were the words flashing on the tv screen along with the announcements that's been repeatedly broadcasting 24/7.
I turned it off because it's becoming annoying. We get it, we're all gonna die any time now. Who watches tv in times like these anyway?
I turned on my speaker and played the latest song that I discovered. Fate must be playing with me because the song's title was If The World Was Ending, anyways it suits the occasion right now.
I was standing inside my house as the earth shakes for God knows how many today. The government told us days ago to evacuate to the nearest fallout shelters or just stay at home because we couldn't do anything about this. Anywhere we run, we'll end up crushed, buried or burned anyways so they suggested that we should be with our loved ones for our last days on Earth.
Wait and die; that's basically what they're trying to tell us.
As an architect, I was pretty confident my house won't turn into rubbles that easily but the infamous Big One could turn everything into chaos. My house might survive a little but the earth underneath it might not.
The Big One was just a prediction a couple of years ago, now it's real and it's happening a lot sooner than we expected.
But that wasn't the dramatic thing about all of this. What's more dramatic than dying alone in a beautiful house for two?
Two. What a number.
As a person who became an orphan at the age of 9 and been striving for life ever since, that's a large number of people for me already. I was always alone until I met her when I was 18, and all things in life were good and I was content.
But she left almost a year ago. Leaving me with the house I built for the two of us. She said she needed space when I asked her to marry me, so she left.
So, I'm back at being alone again. What a life.
As the earth shakes again, I went outside to see the chaos below me. Living on top of a hill gives you a VIP seat on a perfect view of the ending world. I don't want to have a lot of nosy neighbors so I'm okay with just a few whose house is a hundred meters away from me. I think it's not a good decision now, no neighbor asks if I'm okay or not.
