It was nice watching the stars fall from the sky with you. Even after one struck you dead right next to me, it was still better than being alone or crushed in the panicking stampedes of the cities. You were right to drive us all the way out here, where there was nothing but us, the sky and the faint screams of our world being beaten to death one star at a time.
I hoped we'd be taken out at the same time, that the heat from the fallen star would be so intense it would fuse our very souls together into an inseparable mass of just Us. It didn't happen, obviously. Like a handful of others I was lucky enough to survive but what a mess we've been left with.
Thousands of nuclear plants were left unmanned and we knew we didn't stand a hope in hell of figuring out how to stop them from melting down so we didn't try. We went to wherever we felt safest and waited for death to find us before the fallout began.
So I went back to you, head caved in and oozing maggots but still the man I love.
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