YEAR 2062
Blackfriars Bridge, London.
Will is dead.
Jem is dead.
The past is gone, and all the future holds for her is utter solitude. Perhaps the world is a vast place, with countless terrains to explore, but what if she was tired and weary of the never-ending journey to a world which is no longer her home?
Home. That world had lost its meaning to her since they passed. She is all that's left now save for a handful of her fellow immortal acquaintances. Sure, they would always be there, but it just wasn't enough.
Love. Something she would never have in this life. She is exhausted of being that stubborn flame who refuses to go out-always burning however dim it may have become, but it was always there. She was always there. Perhaps it was finally time.
Time bears no presence to her anymore. Ever since they had passed, she has been living a life that is half a life. Eat. Sleep. Wake. It was a monotonous cycle of boredom in which she has accustomed herself to, and she finally wanted it to end.
Alone. That is how she feels now. It was a gaping hole in her heart. They say that time could heal all wounds, but what if time just made it all the worse? With every passing second, her spirit seems to lose another shred of humanity, for who is she-what is she, without them-the people who made life matter.
She had traveled to world, and what more is left that is worth seeing? Every time she sees a beautiful sunrise, or every time she sees a shooting star, there is no one there to share it with. What hurts the most, she realized, was not the fact that they were dead. It was when something beautiful happens, and they are not there, for what is life when you have no one to share it with?
She walks alone.
In a few more moment, it would be sunrise, and she would finally be gone.
She stops and stands on the worn stones of the bridge. It had been there during times of peace and during times of war, and like it, she had survived. Countless people had crossed its path, and still, here it stands, although they are all gone. Perhaps it would cease to exist someday, for all things have to come to an inevitable end, but for now, the time has come for her end.
It was finally sunrise.
She's going home.
She climbs over the railing and stands still, looking at the glory of the rising sun, and with one last look, she changes-changes into fire that burns as bright as a mortal flame, and she plunges-plunges into the depths of the sea.
She's home.
