The world will end tomorrow. What do you do today?

[mute_clay]

If the world was going to end tomorrow, I’d go pick Callie up. We’d go into the forest. I’d get her flowers and she’d make a crown for herself and I would carry her across the steams and twirl with her till she got dizzy. Laughed.
We’d have a picnic and then we’d make love on the forest floor. I’d go down on her and make her scream. She’d ride me till everything disappeared.
We wouldn’t talk about it. The world ending. We wouldn’t talk about the past either.

We’d just eat and make love and stay up till the stars came out and try to count them. And maybe she’d cry. And maybe I’d cry. And maybe we’d fall asleep. And wake up and make love again.

That’s what I would do. If I was told the world would end tomorrow.

Of course, no one’s going to tell me that. My world went down in flames when Darkly torched our house. My world died when Callie went through the ashes looking for traces of him. My world – does not exist any more.

If somebody told me that the world would end tomorrow, I’d go ask David if he wanted to come down to the beach with me. He might. I’d make a bonfire and we would have a few beers. I’d try and teach him a coin trick or two and he would laugh at me. Then he’d fall asleep and I would stay up. Looking at the stars. Maybe Callie would come. Maybe she wouldn’t. I wouldn’t get angry with her if she didn’t. I understand those things better now.

There’ll be no more green leaves and hot springs. No more pain but no more joy either. When the world has ended.

Then again, my world did end. And sometimes I still smile.


Muse: Clay
Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)
Count: 305

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[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps squats down in front of Clay. "I wish I could say something - do something - to make you see that it will be alright - sometime..." He smiles at Clay and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

"Would you like me to stay for a while? Or would you rather be on your own?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay smiles at him.

I'll be okay. Sort of. I'll have to get used to being on my own. I've never really been. Only when I first got here.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Okay... I'll go. But you call me or text me if you need me for anything." Weps roots in his jacket pocket and finds a scrap of paper and a pen and writes down his cellphone number. He hands the paper to Clay and looks at him, placing his hands on Clay's knees.

"Being on your own can be fine for a while - it can make you feel independent. But there's a fine line between being independent and being lonely..."

Weps stands up. "It's good to see you again, Clay. Good friends are hard to find. I missed you."