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The world ended.
I didn't care.
Everyone kept asking about my family but they never understood.
There was only one life I wanted back.
Jinx.
Every time I save him, something goes wrong.
Every time I go back the world gets stranger.
I don't remember how many times I've tried anymore.
I just know I can't stop.
Note: This is a story I made to deal with my grief. My cat was taken by coyotes and if I was able to say no to my mother he would still be here. But I'm pathetic. So this story I made to ease the pain, to help somehow, just to get it out. I'm sorry Jinx, I wish I was there for you like you were there for me.
Edit: no I'm not a zoophile, jinx was just my only reason to live