Again, Eden

“Eve!” I cried aloud, straining my lungs to hold the desperate note of my voice. “Where are you?”

            People were jostling about in all directions, dodging speeding cars and motorbikes, bumping into one another and knocking each other over in utter panic. Their screams were carried into the air as they reverberated against the tall buildings of the business and residential districts of the Big City. Some were trampled to death, including mothers and their children who could not keep relative speed like the other citizens. Their contorted corpses littered the streets. But it was usually only with the larger families who had so many members that they constantly needed to pause in their strife to count the number of recognized heads among their lot. Vehicles occasionally careened out of control and eventually landed on, or sped into, groups of people trying to get out of the way.

            It was unreserved, unquenched chaos. There was no denying it and no outrunning it. Our end was near whether we chose it or not. We had no idea when it was going to happen, and though many thought they could predict its precise moment of happening it was now all in vain. All predictions had suggested that the moment would occur in three years time, but had happened all too soon according to the specialists. But what did they know? Their use to humanity had just been used up. There was no longer a need to confide in their advice – for that was all it ever was.

            “Eve,” I called again, hoping this time she would hear me, but there was no chance of by discord to defeat the din around me. Where could she have gone? We were only holding hands a moment ago… before the bus driver had been hijacked and the culprits drove it onto the sidewalk we both had walked on. I was safe, but was she? “EVE!”

            I pushed through the terrified crowd in front of me, going against their current, like a salmon swimming up-river. They did not speak to me or to one another. There was no need to, was there? It was all going to end, wasn’t it? Words had no relevance left except for those who confined themselves to their homes and their present location, knowing that there was nothing one could really do about it at all. But not all of those who stayed inside were sane. Most of them were truly out of their minds, though they would not think it themselves; in fact, they thought themselves rather smart for what they were doing.

            Up above all the horrific events taking place on the roads, at the top of all the buildings, were crowds of people teetering on the edge, smiling in glory of what was to come next. When I first saw that display of madness I had only watched once, afterwards I would always turn away just before they jumped, but the sound of their bodies hitting the ground nauseated me. I didn’t have to look to know when they hit the asphalt, the top of a car, or a group of people. Each incident had its own specific sound to it and because it was happening so frequently it sounded like a terrible hailstorm of flesh and cracking bone.

            As soon as I got through the crowd a voice erupted from the top of the buildings, silencing this specific region of panic for only a moment.

            “People of the City,” it called out, possibly through a speakerphone. “Don’t you now see? There was never anything to live for. This inevitable end was always going to happen no matter what we did. No amount of environmentalism or morality was ever going to save us and just because it is happening now doesn’t mean it’s a second chance for us to act in any such way. What you did in life is superfluous then and is more so now. We ask you to join us in our final act of humble submission so that perhaps this disaster can be short lived when we all perish together in one fell swoop. Come to the pinnacle of our towering creations and let them be your downfall. We must end our lives here and now while we have dignity left possess.”

            The voice waited for its words to sink into everyone’s mind. Some groups of people found sense in that lunacy and progressed toward the nearest entrance in the region. Some brushed past me sometimes putting a gentle hand on my shoulder saying: “It’s the only thing left for us to do upon our own will.” “Either we die on our own accord, or we let tyrannical Nature dictate us to our moment of finality.”

            I didn’t say a word to any of them. Let them be stupid all on their own, I thought. Besides, I had a more important task at hand at this moment: finding Eve.

            But I could not ignore the enormity of what was happening now and my gaze could not be wavered by my curiosity of what was going to happen next even though I knew what it would look like. Perhaps I wanted to see the looks on the new converts’ faces as they neared the ledge of their chosen buildings.

            I watched with renewed and immoral interest as the masses entered into the buildings and appeared on top of them, their clothing whipping in the turbulent winds that were blowing fiercely at those heights.

            Then the voice called out again. “Is there no one else that wishes to join us in one last defiant act to whatever cruel deity has done drove us to this end?” He waited. A few others that were left behind on the streets trickled into the various buildings until they joined the congregation on top. “No others? Fine! Then let those who have joined us here above the rest of you fall upon you in hopes of easing your sufferings.” There was a pause and the only sound that was heard were the screams of those in other regions of the City. Then with one final word of defiance the voice cried out, “For Free Will!”

            As soon as I saw the first to jump the ledge I knew that everyone on the ground was sure to be crushed by the oncoming weight of those yet to fall. I had to find shelter quickly or else I would be killed. So I ran into one of the buildings and waited, watching through the windows as the masses fell to the ground buckling in the hoods of vehicles and contorting the bodies of those who had not joined them. Some were laughing and others screamed “Charge!” as they fell through the air. It sounded like a maniacal, final crusade. But more likely it was a purge of immorality as I hoped it to be. How could those people have had those thoughts for it was certain that they all had thought of it in the course of their life at some point in time? There were, above the cowardly battle cries, screams of second consideration, of realization that something was wrong in the act of those who had, at first, thought it the proper route. From those cries I could tell that the others who were content with their decision were forcing the mistaken to the ledge of the buildings and throwing them over, their horrific screams were those I had never heard of before in my life. How was the human body capable of producing such retched sounds?

            When the event was over I knew it had been somewhat foolish of me to seek shelter within a building. I should have darted away from the region of suicide to continue my search for Eve. I just only hoped she hadn’t been crushed by the act of menace that had ended before me. But how was I going to get out of here? The bodies piled up to an unforeseeable height and now blocked the front entrance of the building. Surely it wasn’t the only way out, I reasoned, there must be a back door or something.

            As I searched for another exit I contemplate on where Eve could have gone, but arrived at no conclusion. If the world was ending then there wouldn’t be a reasonable location to seclude one’s self. Her parents had been dead for five years and she was the only child. Her only confidence, the only person she would ever turn to (as she had said tenderly one night), was me. I was all the family she had left, though we weren’t married yet we were certainly engaged. I had proposed to her only three weeks ago and she had accepted. I could picture the ring on her finger right now, the diamond gleaming in the orange light of the final day on earth.

            She must be alive, I said to myself. She had to be. She would have been smart enough to find shelter from the downpour of bodies. Perhaps she was in one of the other buildings along the street looking for me as well. If I found a way out maybe it would be quiet enough outside that I could call out for her then.

            As soon as I found the back exit and pressed against it I knew that it would not open because they had jumped into the alleyway as well and were possibly piled higher than they were out on the street. As I had searched I had found numerous people that were hanging from the ceiling fans on the various rooms and where there was no longer any room for hanging there were those that had taken shattered glass to their wrists. I abstained from looking at all the blood so I didn’t know where it trickled to. These poor souls must have reasoned that the piled bodies on the streets would cushion their fall so they cam back down and did this to themselves. Most of them probably were those who had died before the others jumped off.

            Now I needed to find another way outside. There wasn’t going to be any other exit except that to the roof of the building. Surely there would be no bodies up there and I would have a better conscience that I did at the moment with all those dead carcasses lying around me in every room I entered. So I took to the elevator, which thankfully worked, and pressed the top floor button.

            Once the elevator opened up to the top floor of the building I headed in the direction in which the dirty footprints led. I then came to a hydraulic door which had been propped open, revealing a stairwell that rose up to the roof. There was the smell of rainstorms past, distraught puddles pooled in the corners of each step that I took. It was very narrow and I wondered how all those people had been able to climb the stairs in the time that they did. Images of pushing and frustrated people filled my mind.

            I came to the top of the stairwell, the bright orange light blinding me for a moment as my eyes adjusted. When they did I looked up at the sky and I could tell that it was almost time for the end to fulfill its purpose. The clouds were starting to clutter even more than they had done during the first few minutes of the dawn. I remember waking up next to Eve, looking out through the window. The sunlight had been the cause of my stirring from my sleep, shining too brightly for it to be dawn. The sky this morning had been blue even before the sun was fully up in the sky, but when it reached its apex it turned blood red and it was then that the clouds began to cluster together. I wanted to know for certain why this was all happening, but there were so many theories and sequences of events that I didn’t know which to put my trust in. Eve told me as we drove from our apartment earlier that this was not how it was said to happen in the Bible and that many would survive to live another day, that this was not truly the End. I wanted to believe her with all my heart, but I was so confused and I am still that way now, wondering if she had been taken because she was wrong. What if all the prophecies were wrong?

            As I had hoped the roof of the building was relatively empty of any dead bodies save for only two, a gay couple perhaps who had taken each others’ life with a ball point pen jammed in their throats…

            I turned away from the sight, knowing I should not have looked at it intently. Nevertheless, the image had burned into me conscience, never to be erased again – the same can be said for all the experiences I have had on this day.

            After collecting myself, regaining my calm, I headed over to the side of the building that overlooked the street I had fled from, the street on which I had lost sight of Eve. I stared down at the piles of corpses, but not all were dead, only slowly dying, their moans barely reaching me because they were so weak. I searched with my sight the various bodies, looking for any sign of her among the suicidal mob, wondering if she would have had it in her to commit such an act. I couldn’t spot her among the throng, but as I went to call out to her again (now that this part of the City was quiet save for distant echoes from abroad) something happened and I knew exactly what it was.

            It was the moment that everyone was dreading since waking up to a blood-red sky. It was the moment the world was to end.

* * *

 

We walked through the towering trees of the park, hand in hand, joking around about many different subjects. It was a cold September day, the light from the sun not warm enough for wearing no jacket. Though it was chilly it felt warm to hold her soft hand, so fragile in my. I acted as if it would break under any other amount of pressure.

            “What’s the matter,” she said.

            “Nothing,” I replied.

            “Well, then hold my hand properly. Silly.”

            We walked through the park all afternoon and had lunch at a little café that overlooked the large fountain where other couples and families gingerly tossed coins into the water, making a wish they knew wouldn’t come true. After we ate I took her down to the fountain and pulled out a quarter from my pocket and showed it to her.

            “What are you doing?” she asked.

            I tossed the coin into the water, watching it plunk as it made contact and sink to the bottom, joining the various amounts of cents that rusted together.

            “I’m making a wish,” I said.

            “Really, what is it?”

            “I can’t tell you, not yet anyway.”

            “When will you?”

            “Soon, I hope.”

            That evening we went to the movies to see the years greatest actors display the characters they played through their performances. They pretended to be lovers, evil men, and saviors, but I doubt that they actually knew what it was like to actually be those kinds of people. Sure they once lived normal lives as kids until they had their big break in show biz. We watched as the characters went through trying times in their make-believe lives and I smiled at the thought that the actors had never truly experienced those strong feelings. A scene started where the protagonist began making his vows to his loved one, getting on his knees and pleading to her to marry him. It was during this scene that I smiled again.

            “What’s so funny,” Eve asked in a whisper.

            “That man has never really known what it is like to love someone,” I said.

            “How can you say that, haven’t you been watching.”

            “I mean the actor. Who knows if he knew what it was like to love someone. For him it’s easy for others to love you, but it’s not the kind of love that one experiences every day when their with someone special.”

            “So, am I special?”

            “Yes, you are very special.”

            It was the first time we ever kissed since meeting each other, and it felt so grand, like something divine that had so much power to it that it could not be contained within simple words.

            “I love you,” she said.

I had never known what had actually happened, but what I do know is this: whatever it was a human mind would never be able to comprehend it. I am unable to elaborate on any details I would have seen, but because it happened so quickly, albeit in an instant, there was nothing left for me to reason either than what it was that had happened to me.

            For some inapplicable reason I survived whatever it was that happened. How I could never know, but what I am sure of was that it had blown me, or transported me, to somewhere I had never known before. Everything was barren and void of all life. The sky was no longer red however, which was to some extent a good thing. It meant that whatever it was that happened was now over and I was free to roam, but I was troubled. I still as of yet had not found Eve and I certainly wasn’t in the City any longer. Where? Of all the traveling I had done when I was on business trips I had taken in so many diverse landscapes and characteristics, but nothing like what I was seeing now. Whatever had happened had taken a considerable toll on the earth. Winds whipped past me and stung my eyes as if by spite that I was still alive. The ground was soft and crackled every time I took a step forward or backward. There was a burning smell in the air as if someone had turned on the burner without letting it flame up. It was a dingy smell and it sickened me, but I never once gave in to that disgust, not because I wanted to, but because there was something odd about my current status. Something was different about my body and I couldn’t place what it was.

            Whatever it was that had changed didn’t stop me from walking onwards. I felt that I needed to go on, to find my way back to the City, even if it no longer existed as a city, in the hopes that I would somehow confirm the whereabouts of my fiancée.

            I wandered for many days and weeks and months until I realized that I was walking for years, possibly vainly searching for the remains of a long lost and grand city that no longer was grand. Now it would just be a lump in the dirt. The sun, unchanged, rose and fell countless times and I always followed it when it first rose for I knew that was east and it was in that direction that the City once stood. But I wasn’t sure whether I would actually find anything, or anyone. How was I so certain that I wasn’t the only one left alive? It could just be me, couldn’t it? I might as well be alone in the world. But I couldn’t accept that. I needed to find her no matter what it took. What was there to lose anyway? My life?

            Certainly that was of no importance anymore seeing how I hadn’t eaten anything for years on end, not to mention not having drunken any water or anything wet since I began my blind journey across the sand-less dessert the world was now. I never grew hungry or thirsty, never felt the urge to eat, or drink, and never even thought of such a frivolous task (or at least it now seemed frivolous). Besides, there was never any food found and I couldn’t locate any water, but then I reached it and the sight of it brought with it a fear. Something was not right at all. Its shape was off by such a margin it could never be mistaken.

            The Atlantic Ocean spread before me in all its wounded glory. The water had turned brown and mucky by the massive catastrophe that had taken place so many years ago. The waves had less strength in them now than they ever had before as they listed lazily onto the beach, the only environment I had seen thus far that bore sand. The overall shape of the coast was drastically different from what I remember and not only that, a little island rose from the horizon, one that I had never seen before in my life here on the planet.

            Though I stood there for the first time in years I never once considered drinking from the murky waters of the ocean. And so I reasoned that I must be immortal to have survived for so long. I never received any wounds when the end was supposed to wipe out all life on the earth. How else could one logically think he could live so long? But how did this happen? How was I gifted with immortality? Was it something that I did that gave whatever grand deity up in heaven the idea that I should be rewarded? I couldn’t imagine why. Why was I so important? But I couldn’t be that important now, there was nothing left of importance to do except that which was of my own selfish design. Nevertheless, and though it took me this long to fully realize, I knew without a doubt that I was immortal. But I couldn’t stop asking myself why. Something of this magnitude cannot happen just on the whim of mathematics and scientific predictions, if at all they were even relevant now. There had to be a reason for all of this.

            Something Eve had told me resounded in my ears: “Nothing can happen randomly. It all has to play out for a purpose in the end, even if we don’t comprehend it.” I can remember how she said it, with such calm in her voice, placing her hand in mine. That had been the night I had proposed to her, and thank God she said yes, but there really wasn’t much of a point now in pursuing my one dream of marriage to a beautiful woman. Moreover, how did I convince myself that it was even worth looking for her in the first place the moment I was conscious of my predicament as soon as the Event was finished? How was I confident enough to believe that she would have to be immortal as well? God could have chosen some other dame to be my mate… if we ever met, which I doubted. It took me roughly a hundred years to find the east coast of North America, how was I supposed to find a single woman on the surface of the earth? She would most likely be wandering about aimlessly as I was. What was the probability that we would ever meet?

            At this point in time I had spent three weeks at the coast, pondering what to do. The conclusion I came up with was startling, but I knew there had to be a catch. I couldn’t really be immortal. Surviving that monstrous happening was just luck; there was no purpose to anything. It was all chance. Though I didn’t die of the Event, who was to say that I wouldn’t die any other way? So I stood up after having rested four days under meditation and walked over to the shore, letting the filthy water lap at my bare feet (my shoes had worn away as did most of my clothing by this time). It was warm from whatever had happened and it felt soothing despite it grotesque appearance. I began to walk out to sea until the water was above my head at which point I took to swimming down and down until I knew that I was deep enough that it would take considerable time to reach the surface while my lungs gave out. I let them suck in the water and opened my eyes, though there wasn’t anything really to see through the murk. But though I had filled my lungs I still breathed, each breath lagging compared to when I breathed in air, which led me to conclude that I was breathing the water.

            I surfaced and swam back to the shore, never panting or gagging. The water in my lungs eased out from my mouth whenever I took a deep breath in through my nose. Once I was empty I lay on the beach, contemplating what it was I should do. Eve could be dead, there could be yet another woman immortal like me out there, but is it really worth it? I was immortal; I couldn’t die, so there was nothing that was going to happen. I decided that what had happened to me was a curse for a life I had never wanted to live. I always wanted to keep moving, to continue to travel. I would never sit still for a moment. Some days I spent more time at the gym than on the couch in the living room, watching the television. I never ran on a treadmill, I always had to run on a track and see the background change for myself. Lying there on the sand was the first thing I had ever done that was opposite of my true habits and instincts. Slowly, as I wondered what would happen to the barren world while I remained there, I began to drift off to sleep and when I did, dreams filled the void of my sight.

* * *

Whenever she walked into a room her beauty couldn’t find enough room in my mind for comprehension. At first I noticed her eyes, blue as the sky, then the way her hair fell so naturally onto her shoulders. The smoothness of her skin from a distance was incorruptible beyond doubt. When she spotted me at the table in the café her smile widened, displaying her brilliant white teeth. It was the face of a goddess, a deity that couldn’t have been born on this material earth. I had to remind myself that she was not a spirit.

            I waved her over to our usual table, already there were glasses of wine poured for the both of us, all that was missing was the dinner I had ordered. She would definitely be surprised by this evening. She came over and sat down across from me, taking her napkin and laying it over her lap. She smoothed it out and then organized her utensils: fork, spoon, and knife. She lined them up one after the other in sequence of what she took to be our usual order.

            “You’re going to want to reorganize,” I said.

            “Why?” she replied. “Surely this is a formal outing, but I doubt that we would be having anything out of the ordinary.”

            “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

            I looked beyond her, over her head, and saw the waiter coming our way with a large tray piled with dishes of which there lay a dinner roll and a side. In the middle of the tray was a steaming, smoked ham fresh from the kitchen. She followed my gaze and when she turned back around she didn’t dare look me in the eye, yet there was a bashful smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed.

            “Oh my God,” she whispered.

            “I can see you’re surprised.” I said.

            She said nothing, only continued to smile until the waiter, whose name was Kent, arrived at our table with the tray. The aroma was thick and made my mouth water. Eve closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of the hickory smoke.

            “And how are you tonight, Miss. Thatcher?” Kent asked.

            “I’m doing good, and you?”

            “Just fine, thank you. Got the Misses checked into the hospital; she’s expected any day now.”

            “I’m happy for you.” Eve said.

            “Thank you again.”

            He politely dished us up our portions of the tender meat, which fell off of his utensil as he transferred the food to our plates. When he was finished he bid us good eating and gave Eve a congratulations which she then questioned him why he said as such.

            “I’m afraid,” he said in a sly, sarcastic smile, “that it is confidential and can only be confided by young Mr. Locke.” He took a bow as if addressing royalty and presently left us to eat together.

            The whole time we ate, Eve never said a word.

            We ate as much as we could and tried not to drink too much wine, staying mostly hydrated on water. When our stomachs were full we sat gingerly in our chairs, I because I was nervous and she because she knew not what to expect.

            Eve was looking out at the fountain, no doubt remembering the time I threw the coin into it and made my wish which I was about to tell her. I waited for the perfect moment, or rather the moment in which I would have mastered my fear. What I was about to say would change my life, and hers, forever.

            “This suspense is killing me,” I said, sighing.

            “What suspense?” she asked. “What is there to be concerned about?”

            “Remember that day I chucked the coin into the fountain?”

            “You told me that someday you would tell me what your wish was. Would this be that particular day?”

            “I knew you weren’t stupid. You have to know I wasn’t trying to play you or anything…”

            “I know.” She paused, a silence that was not disturbed by myself, but when she next spoke I was taken aback. “Yes, I will.”

            “What?”

            “You were waiting to mass up the courage to ask me to marry you, weren’t you?”

            This time I blushed. Certainly she wasn’t stupid, but how did she figure it out?

            “That was your wish right?”

            “How did you know?”

            “You aren’t very original, you know. But, still, I love you and want to marry you, so I accept your proposal.” Her smiled widened like I had never seen it before; surely she was extremely happy, as was I.

            After dinner we left the café in the park and headed to my apartment where we slept together until morning. When I woke up I saw the most unusual thing I ever saw in my life: the sun was extremely bright and though it was the wee hours of the morning the sky was already blue.

 

 

I would have slept forever had not a certain familiar smell crept into my nose, tickling my senses, stirring memories long forgotten. It was not exactly the same smell as before, but it was very similar in comparison nonetheless. It was the smell of grass.

            I started up in surprise thinking it had all been a dream, that Eve would be sleeping by my side and that we were both in our apartment, in our bed under the blankets. But my eyes did not wish to open so quickly and it took them a while to adjust to the light of the day. When everything was in focus I found myself looking out at the Atlantic once again, only now it was sparkling blue in the afternoon light. There was a light breeze in place of the torrent winds that had blown here before. The air was cool and brisk and felt good inside my lungs. White clouds hung in the air and looked like soft cotton bundles. I turn my gaze away from the ocean and let it fall on the sight before me now. Grass sprouted all over the once barren land, giving much needed color to my surroundings. I took a deep breath and exhaled, then did this again, savoring the sent of fresh air tinted with the musk of plant life. Dispersed over the vast field before me were tall thickets of rhododendrons spaced at great distances from one another.

            What was before me must have taken years upon years to develop to such a degree. The only reasonable scientific estimate was that I had slept for nearly millions of years. I wondered to what extent my immortality reached and quickly looked at my reflection in the water of the ocean. There was no change on my face; I was exactly the way I looked the morning of the End. I still had no hunger or thirst in me, so I didn’t even bother thinking of foraging for whatever there was that would be useless in sustaining me at the moment.

            I stood up and decided to keep walking; in any direction my feet led me. I had not a care in the world, I was free. What more was there to ask for?

            And so, I traveled for many more millions of years, through eons of history never to be recorded. I watched as the grass evolved into bushes and the bushes into saplings of trees. For one who needed not think about time these trees grew fast and became monarchs in no time at all. Their leaves were enormous; I could use one of them to shield me from the rain. I observed how Nature brought creatures onto the ground, in the water, and up in the air as the various species began to inhabit the earth. I tried to name them as best as I could, but was never able to remember all of them. I watched as fish started crawling on the land and turned into lizards that grew into the massive tyrannical, terrible reptiles that had once inhabited the earth before humankind. I saw scaled predators change their arms into wings and shrink until they resembled the birds I remembered from the walks in the park Eve and I once took. Soon there were multiple species filling in the empty space left by the forests. The earth was once again habitable and everything prospered healthily and would continue to do so until there came an End truly worthy of annihilating it all.

            And while they survived so, too, did I. I had taken to building myself a home among the trees, away from the peril and random chaos of the hunters preying upon the herbivores. It was a makeshift tree house, the roof was made of the huge leaves of the trees, the flooring and walls were made of simple branches for they were very straight (as was the case with that certain genus of trees). It was a modest home with only one room for living space and a small window to look out through. When I overlooked it now and again I found that it was somewhat big for someone living alone. Subconsciously I must have made it for two for there was space left for another bed of woven grass. But as the years went by the memory of her slowly slipped away into that place in one’s mind where they are eventually kept, like the memory of the first time you used a fork when you were little. Though you always come back to that memory the details are never recovered. So it was with my memories of her until I began to forget her name from time to time. How was it pronounced? What did it start with? How did you write it? And with the absence of her name all other images faded away into the next eon until I no longer thought about her. There was nothing in my makeshift home that could remind me of her so it was no surprise. But though she was disappearing, probably forever, in my mind there was one last memory that would never fade away with the toll of the years.

            In it I was sitting in the lecture hall of my business college, listening to one of my professors speak out about the falling economy, a subject that was very particular of the time. There were people from on and off of campus, gathered that night to listen to the revelations that issued from the meaning of his words. I sat alone, in the back of the hall where I usually did whenever I went out to a lecture. From where I sat I could see the entrance where people still poured in to hear the theory of the year. And amongst all the people there was one person who stood out the most…

            But I can’t remember her name, or what she looked like.

            Another million years passed and with it came regret; regret that I should have gone searching for the remains of the City – I should have looked for her. Maybe she survived like me, I thought. Perhaps she was immortal too, but what was her name? As days went by I began to hate myself for forgetting. I should not have forgotten anything, but I did because I didn’t care about my well-being. I was immortal, what did anything matter now? I wasn’t going to die any time soon, so why bother taking care of myself? I had become a hard pressed hermit, stone of mind and cold of heart, and I deeply lamented it so very much. I even attempted killing myself many more times, remembering those forsaken souls who jumped off the buildings of the City. None of it ever worked, and so I slowly descended into madness.

            But then one day, through the doorway of my house, a figure stood there. I had forgotten what it was one called this thing. I was curious and shied away more than I did to approach it. I mumbled words I had never known I could speak (let alone words that probably didn’t exist at all). I was lost, I knew, but didn’t know to what extent until that thing presented itself to me. When it spoke to me the clouds of my madness were swept away like the orange clouds on the day of the End, and all my memories flooded out of the suppressive dam that had been shoved behind. It was her! It was Eve!

            I flung myself onto her and began to weep with joy. We were together again after so long! I told her I loved her. That we would never part again under any circumstances. We kissed. Then once my torrents of utter happiness had subsided she said one thing and it was the only thing she would ever say again. After she said it we would never need to speak to one another again.

            She had said, “I love you, Adam.”

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