Author's Note
Please excuse this failed attempted to rip out your heart. Please tolerate my new ownership of you spleen. It's mine now; I'm not giving it back. I have already signed the papers and you seem to be busy screaming.
METEOR STRIKE PROMPT
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The sunrise was, for the first time, inaudible. All but the ringing in his ear was what he heard when the sun decided to rise from wherever it had been hiding.
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I love you
He had whispered that at first in my ear. It soon became some sort of mantra or chant of a long dead god. He whispered it as if it were some romantic gesture. Like some collection of sound would make everything better. Like it was going to change the fact that some space rock was hurtling at us at impossible speeds.
And still I whispered it back.
Those three words were the last off Carlos's tongue. It's played over and over in my head. Burning me as his last imprint on my skin fades into intangible smoke that is memory.
I want to hear it again. Just one more time. Even if it stop like it had, consumed by darkness and light at the same time. And cut off before he had finished that stupid phrase for an unknowable amount.
That stupid, wonderful, terrible mixture of sound and breath.
I just want to hear it one more time
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The town should be rubble, and yet everything is intact. It's as if it had never hit us and the most of the population had evaporated by what would seem their own will.
I love you
It's just garble now. I can no longer recognize the sound as actual words but- but it is still something I still whisper to myself. A useless sound that you hope does something. Like a mother's shushing to newborn clearly in hysterics.
I wish you could see this. I wish all of Night Vale could see this. But I wish for you to especially, to see this.
The world is enveloped in a neon lavender. The tint of grey blurred by displaced dust, slowly settling.
You would have gone on and on about the cloud. About the unusual blue, how the sun seemed to glow through the neon streaked and mallow flower clouded sky. You had gone on and on about the physics of the crash. You rambled until you had snapped out of it and laughed.
Laughed a happy laugh. A review of your actions and how ridiculous it was.
But it wasn't ridiculous, it was charming and delightful.
I love you. I whispered it back to you. There was nothing left to whisper it to.
You were nothing but dust.
I has whispered my love to wind and ash. Now, I whisper my wish to wind and ash. I tell my wish to you.
I wish you home, Carlos. I wish you could see the brilliant eventide.
I love you. I know those words are in vain now.
Under the now glittering plum and indigo sky I say goodnight but no one is here.
Goodnight Nightvale; wherever you are.