AN: Been reading some dystopian fiction recently... Hence the angst. Bonus points if you can guess what I've been reading.
"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
That's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
That's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie."
- Love The Way You Lie, Eminem (ft. Rhiana)
The earth, once a bright blue ball of brilliant light, is now obscured by dust, rubble and other debris. The remains of a fearsome battle still echo across the universe – reaching into the far and dark corners, speaking of unconscionable and other unspeakable atrocities. The shining aura of the earth's satellite, the moon, has a shadow upon it. Bloodied and battered corpses lay haphazardly on stone and formerly stunning structures. In death, the bodies claim testament to the destruction which caused their brutal ends. Although the space exists without witness, a survivor might have seen those carcasses ripped apart by sword, others burned to a crisp. Still others showed signs of suffocation or drowning.
And if this same witness picked their way through the carnage, in the masses, they might have passed two figures who lay still, but continue to draw breath, hearts refusing to stop pushing blood through their chambers.
In the almost complete stillness, the man asks, How did we get here?
Mars said this began before we met. It was our fate.
Nephrite told us the same.
Could it have been avoided?
No.
Could it have been less painful?
No.
Her voice catches in the throat he partially crushed minutes ago. Did we deserve it?
Maybe.
An impossibly bright light shines in the distance blinding the pair and catching their attention. The young woman lifts her hand from the giant sword she has been clutching tightly and gathering what remains of her strength, lifts her hand up as if to halt the action.
What is she doing?
It's not possible...
Like shooting stars, they watch silently as brightly colored orbs of life race past them in the direction of the earth.
With tears streaming silently down her cheeks, she whispers, We don't deserve another chance.
Don't you… What if we find each other again?
What if I don't recognize you? What if this scene plays out again?
He is silent.
Minutes pass, and with a sad realization, the young woman knows she is alone. When the halo of silver light comes for her, she can only shake her head in defiance.
AN: Working on a much happier scene to post soon, I promise.