come morning light

by antarcticas

This is the next page in history. You are the people who will write this story, and you will do it with pride. — [after the ark, people change: one hundred drabbles]

1. at the end of the earth

(the girl is dead)

Realization strikes you right in the chest, right next to your heart.

(the girl has jumped)

You clutch your throat and look into the abyss. You hear no screams, no bones on rock.

(there is no body to bury)

The girl was twelve. The girl was broken. The girl was wrong.

(the girl is gone)

Murphy stands with a strange look on his face before he gains back his composure, and you don't even listen to the rest of the conversation. Clarke speaks and you look down. Was it fair, that she died? Was any of it fair?

(you are one-hundred who have wronged us. now you have a chance to do right for the ark. will you do the right thing?)

You look at your hands and the dirt and you decide that this is not the Ark. This is not the Ark and you get to choose what is right and wrong.