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I had become numb. Not a single tear was shed as my eyes darted across the tv screen. I knew something was bound to happen soon to punish us for our stupid actions (I wouldn’t say mistakes, as we haven’t learnt from them). I guess being alone during a time like this was what I always wanted. I enjoy my company more than anyone else’s, even my own family’s.

My phone had begun vibrating, my mother's name popping up on the small screen, practically shouting at me already. I reached over and turned the screen over, so I didn’t have to acknowledge it. I wanted to spend my last few moments in peace.

I once read in a book a while ago that panicking during a situation that you can’t change is pointless, as it just wastes your energy. It seemed like I took that advice quite literally. Ironically, this is the calmest I have ever felt.

As I watched the tv screen flashing yellow and white, I began to imagine what type of music would be behind this scene. Perhaps ‘Oh Klahoma’ by Jack Stauber, it would be quite funny to listen to the jumpy radio sounds whilst running from an asteroid. I let out a small chuckle. Nothing like having a little bit of humour in an out of control situation.

I decided that it was getting close to the time it would hit my hometown. I wouldn’t want my last dying position to be in the rust bucket that I call home. I stood up and walked over to the tv to switch it off. All the light in the room disappeared, only leaving the corner visible where a small pink candle was burning, the flame violently shaking, just like the rest of Earth.

As I put on my black boots and large brown coat, my sleeping cattle dog Coyote woke, leaping off his bed and sitting at my feet, staring up at me with his multicoloured irises, so big and beautiful like the planets hurtling towards our world.

I leant down and placed a friendly hand on his head, “Come on Coyote, stay with me for just one last time.” I spoke quietly, as if I was afraid someone would hear me leave.

The walk to the field was strangely quiet, considering what was happening. A few minutes in, I was able to catch a glimpse of a group of fireflies in the blades of grass below me. I watched amusingly as Coyote began to chase them, attempting to trap them in his jaws. I almost felt jealous. I wished I wasn’t intelligent enough to comprehend what’s said and shown on TV. Us humans have it quite badly compared to dogs and other ‘less intelligent’ animals, I would love to be oblivious and cheerful when the world is ending around me. If anything, I believe the animals are more intelligent, as they don’t allow such shenanigans to alter their mood.

When we arrived at the large abandoned football field a few hundred metres from my home, I sat myself down directly in the centre and laid back, looking up at the sky that will soon crash into the Earth.

I couldn’t tell what was a star and what was an asteroid, every flickering light was mesmerizing, making the sky brighter than I had ever seen it before. I found it ironic that the end of the world was probably the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid eyes on.

If us humans were able to forget the consequences of some things, I honestly believe that we would achieve real happiness. We have altered our brains to constantly worry about the future and how the present moment will affect it. Sometimes, we should not care at all.

As the planets grew closer and Coyote curled up next to me, I closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh night air. “I honestly couldn’t be more content bud,” I said to my dog, “We honestly should have seen this coming, regarding how things have been going recently.” I smiled as Coyote rubbed his head against my hand. I was happy I at least had some kind of love with me whilst this all ended.

I felt the ground begin to shake and shift, turning into water underneath me. My heart became weightless, floating out of my chest and into the earth. Coyote whined worryingly, afraid of what was happening.

“Coyote, it’s okay,” I said in a calm voice, watching as the floating stars grew closer and closer. “We’ll be fine, this was going to happen anyway.”

Coyote looked at me, his blue eyes being the brightest I had ever seen them. “At least be excited about where we will end up next.” I smiled and scratched his head for the last time before my eyesight faded slowly to a friendly springtime yellow.

******

Ryia Mason, a young woman that stood against the white door however, felt no pain, no tension, as she was completely sane. Chietar eyed her in curiosity, frowning due to the lack of smell of fear that always radiated off his visitors, if he was lucky to have more than one each month.

Sweat dripped down his spine as she stared back to him, pity for the young man swelled in her large brown orbs.

Chietar shuffled, feeling powerless under her intense stare. The chains he wore on his bleeding wrists clanged together as he moved.

After what felt like years of screaming silence, Ryia used her voice.

“Chietar Knowles,” she stated in a rather low tone.

He flinched at her voice, having not heard someone state him by his birth name in years. It was the only thing that he remembered from before the asylum.

“Chietar Knowles,” Ryia speaks louder, as he did not respond.

After a moment of thinking, he decided to reply.

“That’s not my name, at least according to you freaks,” Chietar answered in a snarky tone. He bared his teeth, showing off his canines like a growling dog as he spoke. He sat up and looked at the woman, wrapping his clothed arms around his knees, which were protected with baggy white pants.

“According to you, my name is ‘patient 741’,” Chietar retorted quite rudely.

Most of his visitors would have left by then, realizing that he didn’t want to be bothered, but Ryia was different. Chietar’s red eyes widened as she took a few steps towards his damaged, bloody frame.

“Well lucky for you, I’m not like those other so called doctors,” her eyebrows raised as she spoke. “I’m not here to do tests on you and I’m not here to treat you like an aggressive dog.”

She kept slowly walking as she spoke; reaching Chietar’s alarmed body and crouching down to sit with him on the floor. His eyes followed her the whole time.

“I am simply here to ask you,” she continued, “How are you?”

Chietar’s heart stopped at the question, not knowing what to think. A million thoughts were running through his head. ‘What does she mean? How am I? Isn’t it obvious that I’m not okay?’ he questioned himself.

He stared into her dark eyes while trying to think of a response, a simple one that wouldn’t make him sound more deranged than he already was. Emotions flew through his brain, ones that he didn’t understand, feelings that he thought the devil had shredded. It was overwhelming for him as he began to tremble, hot tears built up in his red-velvet coloured eyes. How could such a simple question elicit such an emotional response?

“Please go away,” he sniffled out through his gritted teeth. “Please, leave me alone. I don’t want another decent human being.” His head dropped and his matted white hair covered his glistening eyes.

Ryia however didn’t move a muscle. She stared at the whimpering boy, not one hint of fear on her dark-skinned face. In fact, she was smiling at him. A smile that someone would give a toddler that fell over and scraped their knee.

The silence was torturing Chietar. He had unfamiliar emotions swirling around his damaged mind, not knowing what to do with them. He lifted his head slightly to see that Ryia had not moved an inch. At this, he gave into the devil inside his mind.

“Did you not HEAR ME?!” He gripped her muscular shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to bring blood gushing to the surface. “I SAID LEAVE!” he screamed into her fearless face.

Waterfalls were pouring from his big eyes, his bottom lip quivering, face turning red in frustration.

Ryia though, did not flinch, did not fight back or show one bit of fear. In fact, when Chietar had paused with his nails still deep in her skin, she slowly raised her hands and placed them on Chietar’s pink cheeks. She held his face like it was the most fragile thing in the universe.

Neither of them spoke a word, only stared at each other. They examined each other’s facial features, Chietar’s heavy breath hitting Ryia’s face.

He had forgotten how it felt to be touched by another human being. He had forgotten what hugs felt like and how it felt to have his face held. He hadn’t had physical contact with another human being in years, causing him to be incredibly touch-starved.

Tears flew out his eyes like a flock of doves, diving down his pale-white face and being captured by Ryia’s hands on his cheeks.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he whimpered out, choking on the lump of sadness and guilt lodged in his throat. Chietar lifted his heavy hands and winced at the pain from his right hand due to him gnawing off his ring finger a few weeks before. The dreaded chains around his wrists only made it more difficult to lift his arms.

He gently placed his bloody hand over hers on his face. He wanted to stay like that; he wanted to forever have the warmth of another human’s touch.

“I-I’m sick,” he stuttered out, his voice shaky. “I’m so sick.” Ryia brushed a hand through his milky hair as he shivered and began to open up to her.

“I’m the sickest I can get. I want to escape my body and disappear. I want to run away from this shitty devil that’s prodding my brain like it's a toy. I want to cut my arms off so I don’t have to feel the unbearable pain these chains give me. I didn’t ask to be born like this! I didn’t ask to be born with a mind that is so far from being fixable! I have the ugliest mind of any human being that’s ever lived!”

Chietar screamed out his last few words, putting all of his energy into yelling, finally letting out the built up thoughts that haunt him every second of every day.

He sat there, feeling weak. The little amount of energy left in him escaped his body as he was yelling.

His tears were blurring his vision. He didn’t think he had the strength to even lift up his four-fingered hand to dry his red eyes.

Ryia placed an arm around Chietar’s shaking shoulders and a hand on the back of his head. She slowly pulled him towards her slim body, resting her chin on the top of his head on his snow white hair as he leant against her chest. He closed his eyes and sobbed silently, pressing his face into her pastel green shirt.

Nothing was heard except Chietar’s occasional shaky breath to replenish the oxygen he had lost. Then Ryia spoke:

“A lot of people may believe you have an ugly mind, but I think you have the most beautiful mind anyone could have.”

For the first time in years, Chietar let out a shaky, joyful chuckle. The happy sound warmed Ryia’s heart.

The two gaping, empty black holes on their skinless face, that were usually filled with multi-coloured eyes on living beings, stayed deserted with dust collecting at the edges. Neoma wasn’t able to decipher whether they were capable of eyesight or if they were suffering in the insipidity of eternal obscurity.

Their skinless hands lay on the wooden railing of the cabana where the two melancholy individuals silently stood, mourning their own recent low-spirited lives. Their existence was like two overflowing rock pools on a forever abandoned beach.

Neoma’s breath seeped into the air as it escaped her chapped lips, floating off into the cool night and falling asleep against the sky. The hot steam shifted into doves as it floated away from them both.

A creaking sound cleaved through the ringing silence like a knife slicing through skin. The creature had tilted their skull sideways towards Neoma, black pits of nothingness beaming into the side of her head, which was coated with thick layers of murky silver hair. She had wavy milk-stained strands reaching to a couple of centimetres below her waist. The moon was jealous of the light she reflected.

The skeleton held their searing gaze upon her locks. They grew envious, for they wished their sunset pink hair remained with them after their woeful demise. They distinctly remember the perplexing amount of compliments they would receive each day aimed towards their coloured mane. Faces were painted with dumbfounded expressions when they explained that the unnatural colour had remained with them since birth.

It complimented their luminous eyes. Their now empty, black eye sockets once encased magnificent, viridescent orbs that appeared to hold an entire rainforest behind them, waiting to be explored.

“What do you think?”

Neoma was stunned to hear such a human sound escape from the remains of their mouth. She had expected to hear a more uncanny sound, like the kind of eerie noise made when scraping sharp knives against one another. But instead, their voice could only be elucidated as profound as a tigers growl, but as friendly as a newborn cub. Though, Neoma wasn’t able to decipher if their voice had a more masculine or more feminine tone. It seemed to incorporate both sexes stereotypical voice traits, creating a gorgeous, melodic tone.

Neoma shifted her gaze from the neglected landscape towards the towering, emaciated figure. Her ocean eyes locked onto their non-existent ones, staring into the darkness of their inner skull as they waited for an answer.

“What do you mean?” she murmured almost inaudibly.

“I mean the sky of course! It’s purely superb isn’t it?” the skeleton exclaimed. They threw their skinny hands upwards in excitement, gesturing towards the shimmering firmament.

“What would I have given to be carried up there by dead spirits instead of staying on this floating rock.”

“I mean, yeah. I guess it is pretty elegant,” Neoma stated whilst fiddling with the sleeves of her plum coloured jacket. She beamed at the emaciated hands that were placed on the railing, tapping slightly in anticipation.

“How long have you been alive for?” the creature asked, not taking their empty gaze off the lustrous stars.

Neoma scrunched up her nose in confusion.

“How long have I been alive for? My whole life, I guess?” she answered, turning her head towards their face.

“Yeah, I know that?” they said matter-of-factly. “I apologize, I forgot you’re only mortal. How old are you?”

Neoma held a face of confusion before answering their question.

“I’m… twenty-two years old,” she responded.

Talking to this creature was exhausting. Their speech seemed much more elegant and intelligent, like they were from another time.

“Oh! Wow, you’re very young! You have a lot of years ahead of you. Wow, I wish I was still that little,” they said, shifting closer to her, clearly excited.

Most people when approached by a humanoid creature with no skin would rush to find an escape, but Neoma felt no urge to start running. If anything, she was incredibly curious of this monster's origins and how they came to be.

The vibe that the skeleton held was delightful. Their jumpy tone made the air smile and laugh. Elation covered the surroundings like a soft blanket, making Neoma feel safe and warm.

“Well then, how old are you?” she asked after a short junction of silence.

The skeleton threw their head back and gripped the railing harder, laughter ripped from their extinguished voice box.

“How rude of you!” they giggled, making Neoma’s heart jump, afraid that she had offended.

“Trust my speech fragile mortal, for you wouldn’t wish to have the knowledge of the amount of time I’ve walked the Earth for,” they responded, holding a hand over their ribcage as if they were trying to calm their heartbeat

Neoma frowned at their movements. She wondered if they did possess a heartbeat, even when the lack of pulsating organ was very clear.

“How come?” she asked curiously. She cocked her head to the side, her moonlit locks pooling onto the decaying, wooden railing.

The skeleton let out a yelp before rocketing their hand forward and gathering her long, silver hair into their undead hand. They scolded her like a mother.

“Be careful! I would hate for your extravagant hair to become unclean from the rotting wood. Please do be careful with your hair. I would die a million times to have hair even half as fascinating as yours on my head”

They held Neoma’s hair in their bony hand, the strands overflowing on their fingers due to the thickness of it. Neoma stood up straight and watched the skeleton stare at her hair, bewitched by the amount of care and obsession they seemed to have for her locks.

“Oh, please excuse my disrespect,” the creature said, surrendering their constraint on the girl’s hair. “I only wished to study your hair a bit closer.”

Neoma gave a half-hearted smile to the skeleton, allowing her pearly white teeth to shine past her lips, reflecting the moonlight alongside her hair.

The skeleton felt their ‘heart’ skip a beat as she did so, being dazed by her almost inhuman beauty.

She turned her body back to the railing and looked up towards the scintillating sky again. The suns flickering billions of light years away shimmered and gleamed at her. It’s like they were speaking in Morse code, trying to disseminate with the rest of the universe that their time is almost up. The moment when they will detonate into a black hole of nothingness is nearing. They would demolish everything that comes in a specific radius of them, stretching and pulling them until eventually snapping out of existence.

A rough shiver rippled up Neoma’s spine, vibrating her bones. She figured it was about time she began walking home, back to her lovely abode to settle in for the night with her feathery companion, Leo the barn owl. Even thinking about it made her feel warmer.

“I apologize, but I should start heading home,” she declared, looking back over to the skeleton.

The creature glanced at her and gave the best smile they could while having no skin or face muscles. Neoma admired their attempt of returning her kindness, even when they were biologically incapable of doing so.

“Don’t worry, pretty one, I completely understand. I really appreciate that you took time out of your short life to talk to me. You sure are one of the kindness and most gorgeous mortals I have met this decade. I’ll commemorate you,” the creature said. “And don’t forget to maintain your hair, it’s awfully too exquisite for its own good.”

The girl gave an effusive smile towards them, but it dropped again when she realized that she most likely won’t encounter the emaciated being again.

“Where will you go?” she asked curiously, “Do you have a home to get back to?”

The skeleton leaned forward and implanted their ulna on the rotting railing, placing their head into their hands, creating an odd sound of bones rattling together.

And so, he began his monologue.

“No, I haven’t had a home in a long time,” they began, “Actually, it’s more like I’ve had too many homes in a short period of time. I have all this space and time on my hands and I’ve used it to travel everywhere that is physically and emotionally possible for a being like me. I know every nook and cranny of this Earth. I’ve seen and felt the extent of how phenomenal things can be, like pleasant feelings of love and affection. I know the depressing and longing feeling of meeting someone for the first time, knowing that they will grow old whilst you remain the same for all eternity. And although you will be with them through all their good and bad ordeals, they will never have the time to truly help you with your own.

“Although, that’s only one of the feelings that I’ve grown so accustomed to during my life.”

“The heart-string pulling feeling of holding a newborn puppy. The small bean-shaped animal jiggling in your embrace and letting out sighs of exhaustion. Squeezing their feather-weight body closer to your chest to tune in to your heartbeat, your smile widening when they eventually pass out in your arms.

“Graduating high school and escaping all the stress of handing in papers in time and dating drama that everyone seemed to obsess over so much. Being so afraid yet so excited for what lays ahead of you in life.

“Being married to the one you adore with all your heart, feelings lodging in your throat when giving vows, coming out in the form of a choked sob.

“Walking down the aisle and attempting to glance at your soulmate through your tears of happiness. Tackling your own inner self to not sprint up the soft carpet to throw your hands around their neck, because even if you only had to wait a few more seconds to feel their warmth, that time never goes fast enough.

“The painful yet exhilarating awareness of going into labor with your first child. Going through hours and hours of torture, but holding the tiny human in your arms for the first time is always worth it.

“The feeling of watching your loved one going into labor with your child, eyes filling with happiness and proudness at witnessing your partner holding your child after a long night of agony.

“Watching your young children walk away from you for the first time. After taking forever to unlatch their clingy hands off your legs, pressing them to go into the big scary playground.”

The skeleton lifted his head to place his gaze on the empty air in front of them. “I am able to truthfully tell you that I remember each and every life that I have lived, and the amazing unique humans and creatures that I have encountered in each one.

“I’ve seen millions upon millions of dead pets. You’d think that I would have grown used to the feeling of grief, but to be honest, it gets worse every time I am forced to experience it. At this point, I begin grieving before they are even gone.

“I know the horrific and heart crushing feeling of being told ‘I don’t love you anymore’. That by far is one of the hardest statements to accept, because it makes you question yourself when you were most likely not the cause. It’s just by chance.

“I have developed more of an empathetic response rather than feeling sorry for myself during this situation. I am aware of how hard it is to tell someone that you know longer feel romantic love for them. I’ve had to do it myself many times.

“I know how it feels to be trapped. Having been locked up in a harsh prison for over half a century, watching my friends say their goodbyes before being taken to the lethal injection process.

“I’ve watched a lot of my families be shot to death in front of my eyes. I had to attend their funerals, eventually falling into an unemotional wistful being afterwards.

“The worst feeling I’ve ever had to experience though is the one that is a constant headache in the back of my skull. I have to invariably live with the reality that I am never going to escape this prison of living infinite lifetimes. I am never going to be able to end it. I can’t perish from old age. I can’t succumb to murder. I can’t die of execution. I can’t die of starvation. I can’t depart life from cancer. I can’t even take my own life. You can trust me, because I have tired all the options that I have, multiple times. I have done everything that one entity can accomplish on this cramped Earth, and I can tell you that it’s not amusing anymore. 

No matter how much I want it, or how much I try, I will never be able to close my eyes and die a proper and real death.”

The skeleton shifted their skull towards Neoma, a cracking sound cutting through the silence as they did so.

Neoma stared back at the skeleton, emotions swimming in her eyes, her mind battling itself about what she should say.

“I-I’m sorry,” she suddenly cried. She buried her face into her arms planted on the wooden railing, hiding her tears from the creature. “I’m so sorry.” she screamed, “I wish I could do what you so desperately want. It seems so simple yet so complicated. I am so sorry that us humans complain about having such short lives, when having a never ending one would be a literal hell.

“You immortal beings always seemed so powerful and strong to us, but from what you've said, I can tell you’re just like us. Only, whilst our problems are temporary, yours’s are eternal.”

Neoma sucked in a huge breath to fill her exhausted lungs. She lunged sideways towards the skeleton and encased them with her warm-skinned arms, placing her cheek on their collarbones.

The creature was taken by surprise and stumbled backwards. They watched as Neoma’s long silver hair weaved through their bones, falling in between the gaps and into their ribcage. Exactly where a heart would be if they were existing comparably to a regular human being.

The skeleton held an invisible smile on their face as they wrapped their skin-less arms around Neoma, placing one hand on the back of her head and the other on the small of her lower-back.

In that moment, the great and powerful creature held no regret or sadness, no thoughts on how bad their eternal life was and how much of a curse it was to breathe everyday. The old yet young creature was thankful to have someone who didn’t run, but treated them as an equal. As a normal human being.

Because that’s what they were, just a normal human soul inside a frame that will never fade away.

I will tell this scene as best I can without having been there to experience it. Felix was able to explain it to me rather well, and I remember every detail he told me.

Him and Josh sat on the boarded floor, peering into the fire and saying less than a few words every couple of minutes. Felix explained that he was growing used to the occasional yells of Josh’s stomach, no longer being bothered by it. Josh grew less embarrassed, just accepting that he couldn’t control it.

Josh poked the tiny fire with the handle of a frypan, having found it earlier and grabbed it just in case we were in need of a weapon. Whilst doing this, he felt a small tip toe across his hand that was resting on the ground, which diverted his attention.

On his hand he noticed four soldier fire ants. Instead of flickering them off like any normal human would do, his stomach yelled at him as soon as he locked eyes with the tiny insects. Without thinking rationally, Josh lifted his hand and licked the ants off the back of his hand, chewing them immediately to decrease the chance of them biting him.

Felix, having been bored for the past few minutes, glanced over at Josh and noticed an ant scuttling away from his hungry mouth and up his arm.

“Oi Josh, there’s a bull ant or something on your arm,” Felix pointed out, straightening up his posture and preparing to smack the bug off his friend. Although, received a strange surprise when he watched his friend pluck the ant from his upper arm and place it in his mouth.

Felix didn’t know what to say as Josh picked up a couple more ants from the floorboards, gobbling them up as if they were sweets that had just fallen out of a piñata. Felix was more grossed out than concerned, cringing and covering his eyes with his hands.

“Josh, what are you doing?! That’s bloody disgusting!” he exaggerated, turning the other way.

“What?” Josh responded, “There’s nothing else to eat. I felt sick in the stomach because I hadn’t eaten in a while. At least now I’ll be satisfied for a couple of days hopefully.”

Being the overly cautious girl that I’ve always been, I didn’t risk eating anything. Even when my stomach stretched and groaned, I didn’t dare eat a crumb from the food that was offered.

Felix was an incredibly picky eater, quite literally to a level of worry. He didn’t take a nibble of anything either.

Josh however, was the only more human one I guess. Whilst he ignored the first couple of offers, it came to a point when the feeling of an empty stomach was too foreign for him to handle.

As we trudged past a small cafeteria, separated from us by iron bars, we spotted a tall figure in the darkness sitting at a long table in the middle of the room. We thought nothing of it, considering the strange creatures we had already encountered.

As we were walking past him, he drew his arm back and hurled a piece of mouldy baguette from his plate at our alarmed frames, travelling through the iron bars and landing directly at Josh’s feet.

Josh frowned at the bread before turning back to the man, only to see him sitting back down at the table with his back turned to us.

Felix and I looked at Josh. He slowly bent down and picked up the bread, examining it closely before sniffing it quickly.

“You know, a mouldy piece of bread doesn’t sound half bad right now, since we haven’t been offered anything in a few hours,” he murmured, still eyeing the bread.

Felix and I glanced at each other and then back to Josh. “Knock yourself out I guess,” Felix brushed him off, “All I’m saying is you wouldn’t catch me eating something from an undead stranger in a dirty cafeteria.” He turned around and continued walking down the dim hallway.

I watched as Josh brought the bread up to his lips, nibbling on the edge of the grain-covered food.

“Not bad, I’ve eaten worse,” he stated, as he chuckled and offered me some. “No thanks, just be careful what you take from whom,” I warned him before turning my body and jogging to catch up with Felix.

Well, food can be defined as many things, depending really on how hungry you are. For say, a screeching finch would not be considered food to most people, but if you are starving enough, you might see the small colourful bird in a different light. Through the eyes of a gluttonous and starving person, that finch is as much food as the berries that it brings back to its young.

Perhaps to make you understand further, I can use the word ‘edible’.

You see, when considering a living organism as food, it is often sounding harsh and inhumane. But when labelling something as edible, it somehow automatically becomes more scientific and less frowned upon, regardless the fact that both words basically mean the same thing.

I am edible, you are edible. Every living thing is edible. It may sound inhumane to think about considering the horrific mental images that you receive from these words, but unfortunately, it is scientifically correct.

Now, enough of my rambling. I would like you to learn of my experiences of how these six nouns will forever haunt me, both in nightmares and in daydreams.

I should start by saying that this story is a very true story, regardless of it’s supernatural themes. In fact, this story is a repetitive occurrence that happens everyday all around the world. Only, it is portrayed in many different forms. My story is only one of thousands.

We’ve all experienced temptation before and we all have given into it at least a couple of times. It is defined as having the strong urge to do something wrong or unwise. While this statement is correct, temptation can grow into pure selfishness or as I would like to describe it, gluttony.

Unfortunately, I watched my old friend Josh fall to temptation over and over in front of my own eyes. After all, he was human. I can forgive him for his sins, as I am aware that we all have them.

Although only a few venture as far as he did. 

- Addy

You repainted your nails everyday at work it seemed, as if it was written in your mobile as a reminder. Your eyes became clouding over more, slowly destroying your vision. The rats ran free in your head, spreading plague across your thoughts, your perceptions and eventually your appearance. Nothing satiated them better than the foul smelling nail polish that coated your fingers like fur on a fox’s back.

I did nothing but sit back and watch as the rats destroyed the beautiful garden that was your personality, your humanity. They chased away the hummingbirds that whistled into your ear, reminding you of your aspects that labeled you a loving human being.

It was only when I heard you were fired from your job that I began to notice the virus that spread through your body. I realized you were never planning to approach me about the subject of your job, probably hoping to keep me out of it. But that brought more suspicion to the fact that you continued to leave everyday, regardless of being jobless.

The stench only grew worse. Nail polish began finding its way underneath your nails, down your finger and across your palm. The odor filled my sinuses as you caressed my face with your thumbs, almost as if the smell itself was trying to warn me. I could hear the scuttling of rat feet as you leaned your forehead against mine, and the galaxy in your eyes became more of a deep dark ocean, blurring your once mesmerizing orbs when you leaned in to press your lips against mine lovingly.

I fell deeply in love with you believing that I didn’t deserve you, that you were an angel with gorgeous white wings sprouting from your upper back, and for the first few years of loving you, that’s all I was able to see. It was my own fault; for I watched you become corrupted and evil right in front of my eyes.

I remember nights when you would dig your red nails into my shoulders, sobbing loudly into the crook of my neck, begging desperately at me to make the rats go away. To bring back the flowers that once grew in the meadow of your mind. Only I felt that I could do nothing but listen to your saddening cries while kissing your chapped lips and flushed face every few moments.

I watched and did nothing as your angel wings gradually lost their feathers, scattering the floor of our home and eventually singeing away like dead leaves in a bushfire.

I watched and did nothing as the red nail polish began to smell more and more like blood as it began making its way up your arm and into your heart.

I watched and did nothing as your eyes morphed into a colourless sea with screams of crashing waves echoed behind the thunder. Your once soft, pink hair turned into a bleeding jet black locks, with a coarser feeling to it.

I watched and did nothing as the rats became bored of your head and travelled south through your veins to your heart, eating away at any good intentions that you may have had left at that point.

I sat and cradled you in my arms, your body as lifeless as the angelic spirit that once inhabited your frame. Hot waterfalls of both regret and relief cascaded down my face and landed on your flawless skin, then wiped away by my trembling hands, stained with your blood.

I’m sorry that I didn’t do anything to help you. I watched as your angelic soul was strangled and eaten by a devilish spirit, making your body it’s home. In the end, the only way to protect you and everyone around you was to kill the devil inhabiting your frame, slaughtering the angel I fell in love with in the process.

After a moment of silence, he yelled. “What am I doing?! Why would I worry about such minor things when both myself and my problems are so small?! So tiny! I am nothing compared to what this entire universe has to offer!” He dropped his hand back down and rested it on his stomach while he gazed lovingly at the pink stained sky.

“I am so grateful to have lived in such a wonderful world,” he chuckled to himself, “why do us tiny and dumb human beings question if magic exists when it’s right in front of our eyes? Look up at the sky! If those trillions of planets that appeared out of nowhere aren’t magic, then what the hell is?”

“We are so small, so gentle and so ridiculously wrong about this place. We think we are blowing a big hole in the history of the universe, but we are as dangerous as a newborn puppy to this never ending world. The universe has probably seen many more civilizations hundreds of times more threatening than us.”

He clutched his chest and felt his heart beat against his ribcage.

 “I guess, human connection and empathy is the most magical thing we strive for, because all other magic is so far out of reach of our tiny hands and minds. We are too practical to understand it.”

As the sun fell asleep below the horizon, an invisible powerful wave swept across Earth, ridding the man and hundreds of others of their carelessness, for our small and insignificant selves are not capable to hold such real knowledge, yet.

For the ending of our world will only be one in the count of millions of others that die everyday. One day, there will be nothing left of our kind and another intelligent being will come to light.

Maybe perhaps, they will be more conscious of their insignificance to the universe than we are.