The dying light of the sun nipped against your shoulders, beaming upon your cotton back like a spotlight, promising a drowsy blissfulness that would diminish as the day-blind stars sprouted from their hiding spots among the cosmos. The gentle huff of the breeze dappled over the rolling hills, causing the foliage on the sparse collection of trees surrounding you to ruffle. And it was a wonder to your eyes to watch such a phenomenon. However, you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to drift towards Farrah, who sat next to you in haze of blonde hair and skin like the glow of the moon. And you drank in the sight of her as if she was the finest glass of wine you had ever encountered and ever would.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked, your eyes locking in on hers, which were like fragments of the sky caught between her lashes. “I can practically hear your mind working from here.”
Farrah flashed her pearly whites at you, but a smile would not shape her lips no matter how much you knew she willed it. “I can’t stop thinking about how this is the last sunset I’m ever going to see.”
And that was the paralyzing truth of the moment. The truth was that in a matter of hours, humanity would be a mere memory, you and Farrah and everyone you had ever known and heard of and would have ever known. Because a meteor was coming. And although the human race had fought a valiant battle, every attempt they made against their vicious competitor had barely caused a scratch against the massive pile of rock. And it was funny, it really was, that the human race had survived for thousands of years; they had stained the world with blood of their brethren, breathed life into the world and into humanity, had enriched the world with culture and our essence, yet they would die due to a meaningless lump of stone.
It had been a week since the news had spread across all the nations of the planet, carried by the reliability of social media. Countries of the world were thunderstruck on how to handle the issue, some, like yours, thought that the best way to proceed was to brush the whole thing under the metaphorical carpet and try to deal with it quietly as to not cause a wild ruckus. Others, however, felt the need to alert their societies of their impending doom. And as soon as the news reached the world, civilization imploded, fear and panic and frenzy spreading like an airborne disease. Scientists throughout the world teamed together, experimenting with all sorts of technology in order to find something, anything- but there was nothing. There wasn''t enough time. The human race had survived for thousands of years, lounging around in their path of progress, but the grains of sand had disappeared from their hourglass. It was the eleventh hour, the darkest hour, and everyone wished for just a few more minutes. But life didn''t operate like that; Farrah always had her own ideas about the true nature of life, that it was just a random alignment of coincidences, stringing...