they say it's a solar flare, the biggest one they've ever seen," he says with a sigh.
"are you scared?" i ask.
he runs his hand through his hair. "i don't think so. it's inevitable, right?"
"sure. but aren't you scared of death?"
"why would i be? sometimes i try to get there early." there is a smile on his face, but the weight of his words is still so heavy in the air.
"you never take anything seriously," i mumble, more to myself than anything, but he hears me.
"sure i do. i took you seriously."
"but you left."
"still. you were my favorite thing," he says, quietly, as if he is afraid of what i'll do when i hear it.
"then why did you push me away? after all that time, all those memories, and you just... told me to leave."
"i was made up of a million mistakes already. i didn't want you to become another one."
"but i did anyway, didn't i?" i press.
"not exactly. because i let you go, you met him, and you were happy. and even though it wasn't with me, it was... it was something, you know? something to feel good about."
"so in a way, it was always about me, wasn't it?"
he looks at me then, and his blue eyes are sad, like they always are.
"until the end," he says.
-c.h
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the boys i've loved and the end of the world
Poetryfor the ones who used to love me, the ones who broke my heart, and the one who loves me now. and for you. for all of you. ~ catarine hancock's debut poetry collection. covering topics like love, heartbreak, feminism, growth, and more, these select...
