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December 31, 2011

It’s snowing. Trees dressed in white, flesh drowning in layers, birds flying cold. If the world is ending tonight, it’s not going out with a whimper. It’s getting married in the most beautiful white dress ever made.

They are here but they don’t know how or why or where to from here. They are here; not knowing. The uncertainty does not stop the snow from falling, in fact, at times, it’s the sole reason why the snow falls and things fall apart.

The pianist in the sky is playing that old song they like but they miss it as they walk home, cold and desperate.

He opens the door; she steps in still not knowing if it’s warm enough to talk now. She collapses on a mattress near the window. Words stumble out of her mouth and bleed onto the mattress, staining it red and black. Color blind or not, he sees the blooming words on his mattress and pricks his finger trying to pick one out. He lies next to her in silence waiting for a storm, a smile, a snowflake.

It’s dark and still snowing outside, a flood of white question marks drip onto the canvas; the world’s last day alive and they still don’t know.

He turns to her and takes her hand.

“At this point, I don’t want to marry you.

You’re too depressing and I’m too poor.

It would never work.

So, I’m giving up on you.”

She closes her eyes and dreams of a distant song she can barely remember. The window is flung open and the cold wind strikes their bodies like an old realization reborn and wailing for the first time. He stands up and closes the window.

“We can’t even be friends.

You’re too immature and I’m too lonely for that.

We’re not friends anymore.

So, I’m giving up on you.”

The echoes of his last words dance into her dream and revive a song, not unlike the unremembered one, where a sad saxophone player is out of breath and crying.

The clock strikes midnight. They can hear thunderous crash, deafening destruction, a world ending. She stands up and looks out the window to watch what death looks like. The sky is ablaze with color. The fireworks are just starting.

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