#whateveerrr

It was too hot.

Much too hot— it felt like it was suffocating everyone on earth. The temperature seemed to rise with every variable, while the people around the desolate city screamed and begged for mercy. The religious begged to repent, mothers kissed their children, and the children looked around lost as the sky turned into a colour much too bright for any ordinary day.

Was this it? With the amount of fire he had been around he had never experienced such an overwhelming feeling of warmth flowing all around his body— But it was too much. The warmth was not comforting, it didn’t even sear his skin like he had felt so many years ago, but it engulfed him from within. Did it hurt? He couldn’t even tell. It was just much too uncomfortable. And yet, his eye spotted a frenzied journalist in the crowd of people crying out.

She was blonde. That’s what he could decipher with the dawn slowly closing in on them. She was blonde and she had a gorgeous pair of eyes, and she too looked as frantic as the crowd. But the main difference was that she had no one to cry to, to look to, to hug as the world seemed to shrink on them.

She was alone. And so was he.

Even with how many lives he had saved in his years of living, not one person came to him to express their thanks at this crucial moment. He supposed it was only natural— there were people more important to them than him. Yet it stirred a feeling of such… Unease within him. His thoughts slowly seemed to grow more disquiet as he realized all of the things he had done yet no one had bothered looking at him other than a hero (which he was), nothing more than a figure in their life that had the time and courage to go into a burning building and save them.

The realization struck him again— He was truly alone.

He wondered if the nuns and sisters in the orphanage would be proud of who he was now. He wondered if his parents, who were up in heaven, would look at him now and tell him that he did a good job at living. Living? It felt more like surviving, really. Surviving by trying to keep his ego, his heart ablaze by… Setting fires. He was an arsonist too. He was not a good person, he was just as hypocritical as all the other people he had hated, the lies they spoke, the blasphemy they spoke of!

He really was no different. He really, really was just a man in the end. He was a human in a hypocritical society, a dystopian world, and he really believed that he was doing good by saving people from the fires he would start himself. What happened to his passion for saving people? Was the fire in his heart already put out? Did the fire he surrounded himself with engulf it?

Was this the time for self reflection? Most likely, but he didn’t seem to be able to bear these thoughts as he gasped for air. His gaze settled on the journalist once again. She was staring right back at him.

Was everyone he met this beautiful? When did the smile that had gotten wiped off when the heat exploded come back on his face?

She smiled back. In fact, she approached him, messily, of course, it was the end of the world!

She was heaving. The air hurts to breathe. But she was oddly well spoken through-out this matter, but his ears rang too much for him to process most of what she was saying.

“..You are alone? Aren’t you?.. Ah… Perhaps-”

That was all he heard before he felt the warmth of another body against his. It was nice, he thought. Has he ever held a person like this before? Other than his job? Had he had a life outside of helping people?

It didn’t matter right now. All he could focus on was the soft hums as the blonde woman continued to hold him, hugging him in the disaster that he could’ve never imagined happening.

He seemed to feel his face grow wet— Not out of sweat, but there were tears rolling down his cheeks, landing on the shorter woman’s hair, before she looked up at him, and seemed to give him a smile that seemed oddly optimistic despite it being the end of the world.

Was she crying too? He really couldn’t tell. He was much too disoriented to make sense out of anything. Anything except the journalist.

“-Alice, Alice DeRoss, remember me..”

Did she say that? That’s all that he could make out of reading her lips. Who even was she?

“Florian, right?..”

“-The orphanage, I don’t know if you remember..”

Why did she know about the orphanage? Perhaps she saw him in a newspaper back in the day, how the people always celebrated him for being a miracle.

Blonde.. Blonde hair.. Golden eyes..

Did he remember?

He blacked out.

—

She looked at the red sky above. She then looked at the crowd of people in a frenzy. It was unrealistically hot, even for a summer day…

A postman approached her and gave her a flyer in a distraught state.

“The world is ending! Say goodbye to your loved ones!”

What?

This can not be real. She only came to England a few weeks back, to discover who she was, to know the truth, to learn. Was it all pointless? Did she live just to suffer?

..Not that she had anyone to say goodbye to anyway. Perhaps if her parents were still alive (don’t think about their blood), or if her dear childhood playmate knew where she was (don’t think about his face.. No, she didn’t remember), she would be in a better place. She would have someone to bid her farewells to.

She.. She couldn't die like this. When she was still so young— She’s… She can't be all alone. There was no one she could run to, to hug and to tell them that she loved them, because she had lived most of her life in a constant state of paranoia.

No.. This.. This can't be possible.. I’m not supposed to die.. I’m not supposed to die like this, not when I haven't figured out the-!

Her eyes drifted along the crowd of people before she spotted the fire investigator that was popular with the people.

He was alone, really. He was dissociating, staring into space before lowering his gaze and pulling at his coat as if it would help him cool off.

He was distraught. He was alone.

And so was she.

Perhaps… Perhaps the last best thing she could do was help someone not be so alone during the final minutes of life.

She walked towards him (more like stumbled), and tried to speak.

Her voice was hoarse, and her words seemed to fade into the background of the city.

“Uhm.. Hello. You are alone, aren’t you? I am aswell.. Ah.. What’s the need for formalities when the world is ending..”

She observed his reaction. He still had the idiotic grin he had on his face when she was approaching him.

“..Perhaps-”

She hugged him. It was a tad bit uncomfortable, of course, but she hadn’t held someone like this in a while.

It was nice. There really weren’t any other words in her vocabulary. Despite the heat, she didn’t seem to process anything except the man.

It was.. She hadn’t felt anything similar to it in a long long time. It was nice— Ah, had he seen the man before? Suddenly, he seemed so familiar.. The bandages on his eye, the curly blonde hair..

It almost reminded her of the boy that would bug her back in the..

“I’m Alice, Alice DeRoss, I don’t know if you remember me..”

What was his name again? Fl.. Flower.. Flor..

“Florian! Florian, right? I was at the orphanage.. I don’t know if you remember-”

His whole body went limp on her.

He fell, and she did with him.

…Was it always this hot?

At least… At least she wouldn’t die alone.

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