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We have been informed of the changes of speed our moon has. The moon is destined to crash tonight. This is the end. May God guide over us—
I turned off the radio. The words 'This is the end' are repeating again and again in my head.
I went out of my house and looked up at the night sky—the heavens seemed to be brighter than usual. Probably because this is the last time we'll get to witness the same night sky that guided humans for millions of years.
I admire them. The night sky is a riot of stars. The way each constellation connects not just to form a pattern, but also to form uncertainties. I love that feeling you get when you wonder if each one of those stars knew how they were admired by the people here on our planet.
Then the moon, the moon who served as the light of humans in darkness. The constant reminder that even in the dark, there would always be something, someone willing to guide you.
It's such a shame that the same people who once admired the stars and the moon are frantic of them now.
As I walked on the streets of my hometown, chaos did not fail to show itself, as abandoned cars on the road, people running around, hugging their loved ones and one even praying to the gods above were present.
Stopping at a playground, a name screams out for me, turning back, I am met with a familiar face that seems to be in desperation—yet his aura is still filled with joy.
It's ironic.
I stood at the other side of the road from where he was, seeming like the darkness was eating me, evident on the doom on my face.
While the other man seems to be the opposite; he's smiling so brightly yet the darkness seems to be following him. The bright green light of the stop light being his only source of light as it illuminated on his face.
Yet, the moon who was set to destroy everything right now is emitting light between the two of us.
"Vester. Do you remember me?" He asked, quickly engulfing me in his hug as he approached me.
His smile slowly faded when I gave no response—"It's okay. Some weird stuff happened and apparently people started getting familiar with strangers. I think you're one of mine." He added, his aura still gleaming with joy despite our environment.
"I...How do you know me?" I asked, baffled by everything he just said. "I just told you, weird stuff, love. Weird stuff." He added, suddenly holding my hand. "Name's Paulo." He smiled.
"Will we ever look at the moon without any worries again?" I blurted out, keeping his hand held by mine.
"As long as you're here, I don't really care. I'd choose to be with you, may it be the start or the end of our universe." He replied, still smiling.
Maybe this is the end. My end. Maybe I will end with the warm embrace of Paulo. Nevermind the wrath the moon has right now when I feel the warmth he brings.
Because if I were to disappear, I want someone to remember me. The same way people admire these stars, the same way they remember the impact, the mark, of the ones that have died. I want to feel the warmth of someone when I disappear, their love and admiration. And Paulo is the someone who is maybe, just maybe, willing to see the world end with me.
As I held him tighter, our surroundings seemed to spin, faster and faster, until I did not know where I was or who I was with, all I knew was that I stayed.
"I love you too, Vest." was the last thing I heard before everything went black—the sound of buildings crashing and the light that was once so bright nowhere to be found.
Please, hear my prayers. Please find me.
—
"I had a weird dream last night." Stell said, yawning as he poured a cup of hot chocolate for himself.
"Hm? What is it, mahal?" Pablo replied over the phone, his morning voice evident
"I don't know. But i'm sure that I loved you."