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The End of My World
The world is still and everything is silent. Waiting. And I am still. Waiting for the world to end. I crouch behind the log with the man I love. They will find us. They will find me. And I will be done.
He squeezes my hand. It will be ok, it says, life will go on. But he lies. They are right behind us. They find us.
I get pulled to my feet a little too roughly. They bind him in ropes, he stands between the guards. I look upon my captor on his horse. "Wait," I plead, "let me. One more time."
My captor waves his hand and the guards let me go. I run to him and frame my beloved's face in my hands. My face meets his, our lips press together. I don't want my world to explode.
"That's enough, Girl," my captor shouts, "time to go."
I obey him. I have no choice. The guards pull me away from him. They force me to turn my back against him. They force me to walk away. But he stays behind.
A gun goes off behind me. I cannot go on... The world ends.
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Althought this story is short and does not use names, I feel it still has power. In some ways, this story still resembles modern love.