As I stood on the rooftop of a building, I looked out at the blood stained world, reliving old memories that I just wish I could forget.
"Rin, does it end here? "
"I suppose so."
I turned to face my friend, brought her to the railing, and sat there with her.
"Isn't the sky so pretty tonight?"
"It really is."
I stared up at the sky, prepared for the final wave of disasters.
Clouds gathered in the sky, crackling with lightning and storm.
I was proud to be one of the last survivors.
And we sat there silently, waiting patiently for our deaths to quickly come and whisk us off our feet.
"I would hope at least someone survives."
"They said it was the final disaster."
"They found it surprising that this many of us survived in the first place."
"True."
I looked up.
What a marvelous sight.
And as storm and lightning hit the earth, I closed my eyes, prepared for what was to come.
But there was no pain.
I opened my eyes, yet saw nothing.
Where am I.
"World No.8794 didn't survive."
"What do we do with the final survivors?"
"The game has ended."
"Just let them rest until they feel like coming back to life."
"It was meant to be a game that we would use for entertainment for the gods."
" But they were displeased and killed everyone."
So everyone is dead.
It was a game played for the gods, and it had no value whatsoever.
Isn't this a fun meaning behind life.
Oh well.
It's nice to finally live, or die calmly.
Am I finally at peace?
