A World Without You
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'People expect greatness from the world. They thrived strong and youthfully through the greens on the planet, and happiness was as far as the eye could see.." He thumbed the smooth pages of the photo album longingly, as if lost in the memory of something he had never known. He had seemed to forget Jay was even there. "Christopher?" Her voice raised in a curious concern as the wonder faded from his grey eyes, and he was suddenly back in the reality he lived in. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he ran his hands through his messy blonde hair. "Sorry, Jay.. Just lost in thought I guess.. did you say something?" Jay's lips curled up slightly. "Oh, nothing." Silence fell across the pair, with only the sound of nature and the soft strain of the rope holding the tire swing and Jay to the tall tree. Minutes passed before Jay finally spoke, a bit of humor in her voice. "I still think you just my imagination." Chris looked up from his picture album in slight surprise. "And whys that?" Jay leaned back in the tire swing and stared at the quickly fading sunset. The orange and red colors seemed to reflect off of her pail face. "I'm the only human on this planet, its been that way for twenty years. Why would that suddenly change? I know what this is." Her smile grew weaker as her gaze fell to her old dirty converse. "I was so lonely, so miserable after the vanishing, my brain created the one thing I truly long for." Christopher stayed silent as he watched the sad girls face. He took in every detail, every line, every crevice of this lone woman. "What do you long for, Jay?"
"I long for you."
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