“ Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive things. ”
People die. Love endures.
~ Rick Yancey
We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.
Love is forever. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be love. The world is beautiful. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be the world.
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
