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The world was supposed to end on June 2, 2024. It did end on June 2, 2024, at least for a while. Those of us who were there remember all the fiery eruptions, the people all over the world fearful that their homes would be gone next.
And, then, suddenly, it all stopped. But not before we lost eleven of our own.
We don’t talk to anyone else about what happened during that time that we somehow both lived and didn’t live, except for the ones who experienced it with us. We’ve lived an entire lifetime that the rest of the world doesn’t know about. We saved them, though they’ll never know it. Their timeline isn’t supposed to know about it.
We’ve been through a lot: being used as lab rats, being detested by the likes of society and caged like animals. We’ve experienced love and loss, and we’ll always have these memories.
It’s hard to go on like normal, having been through all that we have. But we try our best. We have our families, our friends, our partners, that are a reason to help us keep up the facade. More than that: we got our lives back, and that is a gift we will always be grateful.
But of course there’s always that doubt that lives in the back of our minds: what if our return wasn’t the end? What if there’s still more to do? We had to have gone through what we went through for some sort of reason, and learning to count our blessings seems like much too obvious of a lesson.
For now, we continue living the lives we should have lived, before all that time was stolen away and then returned to us. Perhaps one day we’ll understand better what happened to all of us that day in April 2013 that suddenly fast-forwarded to November five years later. Or maybe we won’t. Either way, we are just happy that we’re alive and experiencing everything we missed out on before.