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forecast says that we’ll live for another three years before there’s too
much carbon dioxide in the air and the atmosphere collapses. I’m
not sure I believe that. I don’t want to, but maybe secretly, I do.
Hope,
Vanessa
Vanessa drew a lone, white daisy in a field of grey, reminiscing those
days of innocence only a few years ago. The Program had made the
world a chaotic mess, anyone willing to do anything for the safety of
their family. A crisis had torn the world apart, returning it to the
almost animalistic world of the 1900s. It had suddenly become save
yourself, and if not, protect your family. Felicity and a thousand
others were chosen for the rescue mission, while Vanessa had not
been. While everyone else celebrated, their family spent the last
days of their union doing everything that we could ever do together.
Memories are important. They always were.
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Dear Vanessa,
This letter might be the last you read. The government told us today
that they were going to nuke the world before you suffocate. They
say the risk of us losing our gravitational attraction to the earth will
be too high if the atmosphere imploding pushes us off course. Even
if you’ll never see me old and wrinkly, I want your last thought to be
of me, those times when we were little, still innocent, clinging to
each other for hope and strength. Remember me like I am, the
irritable older sister, never leaving your side. Pour those memories
in your mind like concrete, and never,
never
forget.
A Ghost,
Felicity
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