Stardust // Short Story.

It's funny how we never realize how futile our existence really is. Thousands of beautiful creatures died to create the cells that created us and when we die our cells will create thousands of other beautiful creatures or burn in a supernova ten million years from now.

I looked up at him and maybe just maybe I'd be okay, we'd be okay. Regardless of humanity's downfall or the burning in a supernova ten million years from now. Our little infinity would be fine and like John Green once wrote:
'Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities.'

tw: attempt at suicide.