End of the World. - Terry Kuder III (ebook pdf reader for pc TXT) 📗

searching. We tried to find a channel that would be reporting some news of New Years, maybe from New York where the ball drop was happening. We couldn't find one, but we listened in to another station that was reporting about the end.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Henry Samuels coming to you from 103.6, where we play the hardest rock of today. There is only one hour left before the New Year rolls around. Do you know where you'll be tomorrow? Yep, that's right. As anyone might have heard by now, the end of the world is coming." He chuckled at this last statement. "I'm here to tell you though that I don't believe that such a thing could happen. I mean, the end of the world? Come on! Many people have stated that this is a prediction of Revelations in the bible. Frankly, there's only one thing that might prove this to me and that's for the world to blow up into a gazillion pieces. Until then, I will be reporting to from here in my cozy little office until the very end. Whether that will be the until the end of the year or the end of the world only time will tell. In the meantime, here's a song from Disturbed that I think is appropriate for the current situation. It's called "Fade to Black."
The song started playing. She turned it down. We stared at the sky for a couple of minutes. The snow continued to fall. I was certain that we would freeze to death before the end arrived. Happiness overwhelmed me, yet again, as I started thinking about this moment and about the events that had happened today. I started to cry again. It wasn't fair, I thought. I was so very happy to be here, but it still wasn't fair.
She noticed. "Terry? What's wrong?"
"I was suppose to die today." I said after a long pause, still looking up at the sky.
"How do you know?"
"There...there was a man today...he was dead." I rummaged through my brain for the details of James Parker. "He died driving. For all I know, I was suppose to be him. He could have been driving home. Going home to see his family. I mean, who knows." I cried.
"That doesn't explain why you think you were suppose to die today."
"I know. On my way over here, I was almost hit with a meteor. I was knocked unconscious for about an hour. Tayla...I was suppose to die."
Silence filled the air. The only audible sound was the falling of the snow and my sniffling. "Yet," she started "you didn't die. You're here, Terry. That's all that matters. Your love for me made you persevere."
"Yeah..." I said, wiping my nose with the sleeve of my sweater. She leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek.
For the next forty minutes, we basked. We basked in the beauty of everything. The beauty of the world and the beauty of our love. Our love had survived. It was an odd thing, but we always said that we were going to love each other until death did us part and further if possible. Tears were once again shed. After this, we were lost again within ourselves. We were forgetting that the end was even near. We ran around like crazy people, chasing each other into the woods. We engaged in tickle wars. I won, of course. Overall, we loved each other. We loved each other the way we were supposed to love each other, the way that everyone should have loved each other: Like it was the end of the world. At 11:40, we slept. Through the last couple of months, sleep was a luxury that I felt I couldn't afford. There was always so much to do. So many things to accomplish. It seemed like sleep was something that I didn't need. But...sleeping with her had always been the best sleep that I ever had. Fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity in her arms.
As all good things though, this too had to end. Slumbering silently in her arms, I felt a small shake. At first, I thought it was her trying to wake me, but as the shaking increased, I soon realized that this was not the case. Another rattle woke me up. She was already propped up, looking around. The din of the shaking intensified, growing louder and louder. We shouted at each other over the noise.
"What...what's happening!?" she yelled.
"I...I don't know! I think this is it! It's starting to happen! The Earth....it's really going to end." This last thought was mumbled to myself. We pulled each other closer and huddled together as the final moments drew closer and closer. The radio burst forth with sound from the announcer from earlier.
"Woah! This is Henry Samuels and we are now ninety seconds away from the New Year! Unfortunately, the Earth has started quaking! Reports from all over the world have verified that this is truly happening! Many buildings are collapsing within themselves! Volcanoes are exploding! Meteors are beginning to fall from the sky again! This is it, folks! The moment of truth as finally arrived! Is this truly the end of the world or is it just natural occurrences happening all at once!? We are now one minute away from finding out and I am going to allow everyone a moment of silence until the final countdown." A moment of silence was hardly the words to describe the turn of events now as the Earth roared. My heart was pounding furiously. Is this really it? The end? She was petrified. The fear in her eyes jumped out from behind her eyes. For her, I had to stay calm.
"It's going to be ok, darling. I promise." I said, trying to legitimately smile.
Her eyes started to swell. "Are you sure?"
"I promised you, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"We are now only fifteen seconds away." The radio blared.
"Darling?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Ten."
"I...I love you too, Terry."
"Nine."
"Forever...?" I cried out as the sound of the Earth grew louder and louder.
"And always. Always..."
"Eight."
"And forever." I pulled her closer to me and felt her heart beating faster than mine. The snow had finally stopped falling. The Earth was ready.
"Seven...six...five." In an instant everything grew silent. The shaking continued, but all the noise ceased except for the radio. We heard our breathing echo through the air as time seemed to come to a complete standstill.
"Four."
"Hey, Angel?"
"Three."
"Yes?"
"Two."
"Take me home with you. To heaven where we can love each other forever."
"One."
She smiled as the tears slowly came down her cheeks. She nodded. "Ok." I pulled her in for one last kiss and the tears finally dispersed down my cheeks as well.
"Happy New ------" The radio started as everything faded to white.
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Publication Date: 11-28-2009

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