When It Ends

by Penelope Black

I am but one speck in the universe, and when faced with such naturally-made magnificent elements, it’s much easier to remember that. It’s a comforting thought, if not morose.

“You’re staring.” My gaze snaps to the windshield and my neck straightens. “I was not.” “It’s alright, baby girl. I like the way your eyes feel on me,” he murmurs.

“I think falling in love at the end of the world would be tragic. Reckless, even.”

“It’s your show, baby. I’m just the supporting actor.”

“In every lifetime, baby. I’ll find you in every single one, and I’ll never stop.”