"I love you. I love you!", I said; then screamed. I couldn't think straight.

"I LOVE YOU! Why cant you see that I love you!", I yelled in frustration.

There was no hope. It was over. Yet I refused to accept it.

...

6 months later

...

There is nothing now. The water has all but boiled off the skin of the earth, and the trees are but husks. Humans don't deserve to still be here. Hell, if I could I'd kill 'em myself. They deserve it. Can't though, too weak. They'll be dead soon anyway. The human race's last breaths are about to be taken, and in all likelihood by me. There is nothing left for me on this planet besides the dusty air, and even that is dissipating. Perhaps it was a bad idea. Maybe I shouldn't have done this. Oh well it's too late now, no time for regrets. A few nights left, maybe I can get to sleep on this one.

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