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Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow Nobody's promised tomorrow So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night Like it's the last night. He swayed with me, then, without warning, he spun me forcing a gasp from my lips. The world blurred for a second before he caught me. ...If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you. If the party was over and our time on Earth was through. I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile. If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you... I laughed breathlessly, my fingers brushing against his jaw before I rose on my toes, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. His grip on my waist tightened in response.

As for me… 'Woke up when the world ends' that is what I wanted it to be. -Ethan Shujinko

“You?” I hope this is not my last word...

" Zy can keep you company. You don't have to get involved in this, not now. And about tomorrow, we will have a complicated day. It is better that you rest as much as possible. I had even forgotten that I needed to return to the normal world when the second scourge reached the earth. I was so focused on the complexity that the end of the world, as well as the beginning of it, had begun on a Sunday. I didn't even know what I would find in my work at the cafeteria. Would people keep consuming and leaving the house as if none of the news on the radio were real? Would others dedicate themselves to observing the skies in the hours near dawn to find out if it was really true? The world was changing

I looked at the collapsing world and gave a faint, bitter smile. "There's nothing I can do now." The truth was, without me, this world should have ended ten years ago. "There's nothing you can do?" someone yelled. "We don't believe that!"

he asked. “The end of their world,” I replied.

--- And as the perfect world stood before them— As control disguised itself as peace— As the final choice loomed once again— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous world… --- Is not the one that destroys you— --- But the one that convinces you… --- There is nothing left worth fighting for.

Wants to follow him there. Even if it’s only a dream. Because dreams are safer than this world. Safer than hope. But she can’t stop hoping. Not when everything is falling apart. "Basil," she says, voice trembling, "I keep hoping things will get better. Even when the world burns. Even when governments fall, and people die. Hope is all I have." Bastion feels the clock ticking. He knows what’s coming. Destruction. Endings. Maybe this is the last chance. His mission isn’t to save everyone.