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The world was a great pyre, with crimson clouds of smoke and fiery ash dispersed across the horizon, the same color as the daisies Samarie gifted Marina.
Violent winds swept through the city, rising debris into frenzied cyclones, as these two girls sat away on a distant hill, watching the world become a harrowing mess.
The apocalypse looked gorgeous, right? Was that the thought they should be having right about now? Certainly not.
But a person needs a sense of humor, even when the world is about to end. Especially then. Why cry at misery, why let it win like that?
Even so, when in love, no place is truly unsuitable for a date. Sure, a tornado did just rip through a building, but that was none of their concern.
Yet, this cyclone still had absolutely nothing on Marina. Natural disasters could learn a lot from the viciousness of teenage girls.
It was as if their hands were designed to fit together. Except, Marina would probably be indifferent to such sentiments. Would her heart change right before the apocalypse? Could Samarie be her one and only?
No. The answer is certainly not.
“'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." rang through Samarie's head,
as two cars collided with explosive impact right in front of them. Maybe. She wasn't truly paying attention.
"Maybe love does conquer all."
And then she woke up. Right there.
It never really goes away. her angst, not even while dreaming.