13; epilogue
Sometimes, love can be the most horrifying deception of all. They say that the truth will set you free, but if the truth means hurt and death and pain and never being satisfied, then some people would much rather be lied to. They'd rather carry on the illusion of true love, forever and ever, just as long as someone's watching. They'd rather have everything only feel real during the day then never have it feel real at all. They'd rather say love 'till love has no meaning – 'till love is a word and not a feeling, 'cause feelings will always let you down, and words are the only things that matter.
If life means always having to settle for less than you need, to always be a bit too hungry and a bit too tired and a bit too angry and bit too empty, then one more disappointment isn't the end of the world (except for when it is; except for when it's Death itself and only they can save each other).
Only they can end the world. And if they're going to, then they're going to do it together – even if together is a lie. Even if together ends tomorrow.
But try telling that to them.
(the end)