Beneath our Broken Skies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The stars are falling. The world is ending. Time is limited and so must be spent wisely.

Submitted: March 02, 2013

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Submitted: March 02, 2013



Beneath our Broken Skies

“The stars are falling.”

“They’re meteors.”

“Look up, look at those, tell me they are not stars and tell me they are not astonishing.”

They are going to kill us! Those things you are admiring are the reason I will never reach twenty, never have a family, never live…”

“Deadly, astonishing, beautiful, strange. What’s the difference?”

“They are going to steal our homes, our lives… They are going to take everything from us!"

“Does that matter? I had very little and what I do have is coming with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have my soul, I have my mind and I have you by my side. Why would I want anything more?”

“And I’m coming with you am I?”

“Don’t laugh at me! If I’m going down you're coming too!”

“Typical, we are about two minutes off death and somehow you’ve made us laugh.”

“Would you rather cry? Run and hide? Tell yourself you would be just fine? What does that even mean?”

“It means not dying when you’re nineteen.”

“Death can be a blessing; you say things you wouldn’t.”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because if we weren’t dying I would never say that I love y-”

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