Flower: Post-Apocalypse

Epilogue

Clouds cover the sky, shielding my vision as the sun finally peeks out. Playing in the fields, I'm tired and ever so happy. "Wait for me!" I call out to my best friend, Sage, while tripping on dandelions gleefully. "It's your fault that you're so slow, Xavi!" he replied enthusiastically, but out of breath. Falling to the ground I tag him swiftly "You're it!" I giggle, full of energy. Then he started coughing roughly. Diving close to him, I try to help. "Are you okay? What is it?" I ask, fear and concern peeking in my voice. As soon as that happens, he whispers "The smoke is in the sky again," and I look up to see. He's right. Sadly, he's right. It stains the brilliant blue atmosphere, making it dark gray. "Ever since they put up the bubble, it's been worse," he figures out, looking at me with sadness. And all, all I can feel is guilt, because I know the truth. I'm the reason smoke spreads through our city.