There is a fire deep inside of us,
and nobody else can see when it burns out.
Nobody had seen his burn out. Nobody had noticed the sagging of his shoulders or the darkness of his once bright green eyes. Nobody had seen the way he started dragging his feet or the dark circles under his eyes which just seemed to keep growing darker and darker. Nobody noticed, and maybe that's why it went out.
There are so many things he wants to say to him. So many things that have been eating away at him since they broke up. Maybe just a simple ‘I hope you’re happier now’ maybe ‘Is he really better than me?’ or even ‘You still have part of my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.’. But he really just wants to say ‘I still love you.’
(Disclaimer! This is not the for the prompt swap! That’ll be out soon!)
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Many thanks to my beta SyrupWink for both checking it and coming up with a name when I struggled.
On a distant planet, where nights are long and days are filled with extreme dust storms, the craft U.S.S. Mindcrack crashed. Left to fend for themselves on the alien world where Zombies rose in the night and death was less permanent than they remembered.
Jsano, with Seth’s assistance, looked for a cure for Zombism. And the group survived well enough for the first year, staying in their broken shell of a craft, trying to fix their transmitter.
Once their Shell had finally broken beyond repair they began crafting forts to temper the night in. Many had their own place, a few shared, and they all helped out if someone was in danger.
But the forts now crumble, their resolve is weakening and a few days ago people started vanishing. No-one knows how much longer they can hold out, nor who will vanish next.
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