I'll Love You Till The End Of The World

The apocalypse has finally begun. This is the story of the end of Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

I heard you whimper and I pulled you closer as the floor shook once more. The room was glowing orange from the fires outside.
I stood and walked to the window, leading you by the hand to stand with my in front of the cracked glass.
Outside the world was ending.
London was little more than rubble. Fires devoured what hadn't already been destroyed by meteors. Short, sudden earthquakes rattled the earth every few minutes. I had to face the facts.
You and I were going to die.
The sound was deafening. The groans and rumbles of skyscrapers tumbling to the ground. The agonizing screams of those about to die. You sobbed this time and I wrapped my arms around you.
You clutched my shirt and wept into my chest. "I don't want to die, Dan." You whispered.
I smiled sadly and rubbed your back soothingly. "At least we'll go together."
I watched with tired eyes as another building crumbled to the ground, taking so many innocent victims with them. I chuckled darkly.
"And to think all those times we mocked '2012'." I muttered. I felt more than saw you nodding.
I thought back over the last few days. The first earthquake had hit on the 21st of December, taking about half of London. Then a tsunami drowned out most of the east of London on the 22nd, almost reaching London. It was a big tsunami.
By the 23rd, it was every man, woman and child for themself as a giant meteor shower took down a large slice of the west. Then on yesterday, everything hit us at the same time. I'd be suprised if we made it till morning.
My eyes suddenly widened in realisation.
"Phil?" I shook him.
Phil looked up at me with red eyes, "What?"
I grimaced, "Merry Christmas."
Phil let out a barking laugh, "Merry Christmas, indeed." He mocked, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly as he too stared out of the window and onto the hell that London had become.
"How do you think the rest of the world is holding up?" I mused. Of course, the news wasn't on. I doubt that anywhere in Britain is getting signal. The last working sattelite destroyed Big Ben on the 22nd. The last thing I remember hearing on BBC News was that Scotland was done for.
"I'd rather not think about that." Phil commented dryly. He softened his tone, "Let's just assume we're the last ones standing?"
He turned and kissed me, slowly and softly, and all the fear and anxiety melted.
It could have been hours until I pulled away. I wanted to know what the newest chorus of screams were for.
I just had to glance out of the window to find out.
I could tell that the meteor would hit us in approximately half a minute. My heart leapt at this realisation.
Phil squeaked. "Dan!" He whimpered.
"I know, I know." I hushed, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him so his back was facing the window. I didn't want him seeing the end.
"Don't be scared." I whispered, looking into his fearful eyes. They flitted across my face as they were trying to absorb every little detail before they forgot forever.
"I don't want to die." You sobbed.
"Neither do I." I held back my own sobs.
The screams were getting louder, and I knew the end was closing in.
"I love you, Dan!" Phil yelled over the screams.
I accidently looked over Phil's shoulder and saw the meteor getting closer. About five seconds.
"I love you too!" I screamed back befor pulling him into a deep kiss. Phil threw his arms around my neck and the last thing I saw was the fear disappear from his beautiful blue eyes.Top of Form 1

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