Getting this out of my head is mostly a cathartic exercise. I figure most of you understand.
Additionally, this is an emergent, iterative object, so edits may happen anywhere at any time until I get it locked down. If something changes, it's probably because I changed it, and shouldn't be taken as proof that you're sliding between alt realities. I mean, I don't know you or anything. You might be. But this shouldn't be taken as evidence by itself I guess. Use your best judgement.
Feedback welcome, as I'm pants-on-head level of 'i have no idea what I'm doing.'
A moment, frozen in time.
The cold, static vibration of a perma-death rewind with nowhen else to go.
The first of them fell from above.
We never saw it coming. Never stood a chance. None of us.
Like a global golden hour, only a gazillion times more intense.
Is this what it feels like to stand on the surface of the sun?
Everything just...burned away?
We can't fix this. I...can't fix this. For all our plans and our promises, for all the good we've done, I can't even save you this time. Can't save any of them. This was deliberate. The world was too unprepared; the seeds of neglect planted too far back.
How can I possibly say goodbye?
'Oh hi love, don't mind me. No, nothing's wrong. Just rewound for a last kiss, cuddle and squeeze before our entire fucking world is turned to vaporous ash by surprise evil space assholes...wait...why are you crying?'
As it was, you didn't feel a thing. I don't want you to know our last hour is our last. You'd see it in me. That would be cruel and selfish. And I can't. There's nothing I can do anyway. You shouldn't have to die again. Not you.
We always said we'd be together til the end. We've had more love and happiness than any two people deserve, and the most amazing life together. I want nothing more than to join you now. I'd be content with that.
But it won't let me die.
So, there's only one way back to you. One path with a chance of having a forward with you.
I'm so sorry all of this, all of us, will be lost for you, Chloe. But I'll remember everything. I swear I'll make it up to you. So many mistakes, so much trauma we won't have to repeat. We'll have a new life together. A new mission. It'll be different, but we'll still be us.
I don't have a choice. I can't stay here.
There's nowhere else.
One way trip. Sorry old Max. Don't be sad. You're not being overwritten. Only…looped. I'm still you, just more you now. With all our memories and everything we know…
Everything we've become.
Goodbye end of the world.
I hope we meet under different circumstances next time.