The Blissful Grief

The world is at an end and she is biased. Love makes her so. It's love, she believes. It's an ancient belief she has preserved for so long. Love does things like that to people. It has blinded the innocent judgement of hers.
Who will she choose? Why is she chosen? Why should she choose?

Why her?

The perspective of the others is equally traumatising. What is going on?