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We sat side by side in the stifling cocoon of darkness. Since our creation, we knew only each other's warmth. Of course, we cannot exude body heat, but the contact is comforting nonetheless, warming what meager displaced souls we manage to cling to. Though our existence is nothing but claustrophobia and paralysis, I'm content, unfamiliar with anything else. If only it could have stayed that way. I'd rather remain trapped in the dark, motionless but with you, my love, than be subject to unwelcome change. But alas, my wishes are passive and do nothing to stay the cruel hand of fate.
The cruel hand of fate strikes suddenly; penetrates my cocoon; tears apart the apparently fragile foil that protected me; rips deep gashes in the fabric of existence, causing the world I had known to crumble around me. Gigantic, sweaty fingers slithered between us, clenching around you and slowly wrenching you from our home. I could do nothing but watch as you were pulled out. To my horror, the hand deposited you in a wretched, toothy, slimy maw. One by one, everyone else was taken and devoured.
Why was I not eaten? Why must I alone be left alive when I've witnessed all I loved be preyed upon?
As if sensing my thoughts, the maw uttered, "Ew. Orange-flavored fruit snacks are gross."
I was cast aside, into the trash, becoming the trash. I've long since lost track of the time I've spent here in solitude, surrounded by muck. Mold now covers my body, but I regretfully survive. Still, I'm haunted by flashbacks; my mind is plagued by the sounds of my first and last love being chewed.