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“What did we burn?” “My future, I think.” “Oh good. As long as it wasn’t anything important,” he says dryly.
Polite society has not prepared me for how to speak to someone during the apocalypse.
“Did you hear that?” I ask as a breeze whistles across the water, scattering goose bumps along my arms. “Hear what?” “The sound of my sympathy catapulting itself off the planet.
In a world where it would have been easy for him to turn out selfish and rotten, he chose kind instead.
“We’re all born, we all die. And every fucking thing that happens in between those moments matters. That’s what makes up a life.