The Fragments Of Olivia [Completed]

Popcorn is popping, summer of 2020 Fragments and pieces of Olivia

It is not easy to chew and digest the idea that you are going to die. I always have told Olivia that in the same way you chew and digest it, I would love to be able to defecate it and get it out of our lives. We have spent seven years and ten days in a race with death. At this moment, life is winning as Olivia has not surrendered. She is still here with me, as I am here with her. We wait with eagerness and fear on this last day. The best thing that could happen is that the effect of the explosion would sweep us in pieces throughout the universe. We have spent seven years and ten days waiting for our death.

After loving each other with an unknown deepness, we have decided to wait for our end eating popcorn. We fell in love eating popcorn.

Eating popcorn is what we want to do as we disappear.

I could hear it popping as we prepared two lawn chairs in the garden. I had never imagined an ending like this but, looking at it coldly, it is a privilege to die with the person you love.

I can smell the delicious popcorn Olivia is making, with a touch of butter and salt that only she can prepare. The smell chased away the idea about the moment when the explosion reached us. Will it hurt? Will it be fast? Then another terrible idea came to me. Perhaps nothing happened and I would have to spend the rest of my life without Olivia.

It is two thirty in the morning. I could never have imagined such a peaceful ending. There was no panic or chaos. We looked at the sky. Sometimes we embraced, sometimes we sat alone.

Olivia the star began to turn a vivid and brilliant colour and then went out, just like a light bulb. At the same time a soft rain of light beams began to fall.

I took Olivia by the hand and we looked at each other. The moment had arrived. Her delicate features began to disappear little by little, as though she was a statue made of sand and the wind was taking her away. I want to tell her how much I have loved her and how much I love her and that I will always love her... all of this before we disappear.

But I am not disappearing. Nothing has changed. The lightening bugs are still here in the garden, but Olivia is not... I have lost Olivia.