Ω + final destination au (ayyyyy lmao)
There were four of us left. Four.
I don’t think people realize what value they have in this world. The impact they have, what they bring with them - as when I realized - if I have realized at all - that the urge to survive that has driven me here is but a vague, shimmering distraction to the aching pain within my heart.
I know I had made a mistake. I became entangled in some wild, strident situation that I never should have been in the first place. The causality of a survivor had fooled me completely; there was no such thing as stayin’ alive when marked by Death himself. The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as one of the four shook her head decisively at me on the subject of who died before who, in fact - all subjects, vanished into air.
My family is dead. I should have been, too.
No errands, no more. I had expected to die on a sullen, ashen day; not even on my death bed surrounded by my children, which I whole-heartedly adore, no - alone, preferably alone. You see - I might not seem like the guy you’d wished to be dead, but I’ve done things not entirely proud of. No, they didn’t know, my children, my wife. As ferocious as the Lion, mighty and powerful; as beautiful as morning dew descending along the petals of a rose; No, they will not know, unless returned from the death, as clever as to find these notes I left here for you.
Written by a condemned, dead man. Heh- You must be mad.
There were nine of us. I am next. And strangely, I do not mind. Rather my death than those of three other individuals, stimulated by earth to live and continue to live. A woman - let’s call her Nr. 2 - left the room, clearly unstable and unable to answer to the current stream of constant awareness. She has her life to live, and Death was not welcomed. I answered the phone, after it had rung longer than it ought to have.
”Moran.” A simple answer, mayhap ; I did not posses the energy to ignite a merry conversation.
”You’ve mourned long enough. 24 hours, Tiger, dear. Shoo, shoo.”
A laugh escaped. No errands, n o m o r e. None would miss me. None would mourn me - Those who would have, I’d soon see again. Perhaps better this way. All I can ever wish for is for people to appreciate those around them for as long as they can. To love, to care about - huh. So cheesy, isn’t it? Honestly, if you had asked me one year ago, my barrel would have answered for me. But- Change is good. Change is different.
I miss them. I miss you, oh, how I do. See, - I love you.
I heard a scream. I can’t remember if it was my own, or the Nr. 2’s- but I had no time to wonder, for my soul had left my body sooner than I could realize. - If I have ever realized at all.
