It’s so lonely up here without you. My house and my area is a replica
of New York, and it looks the same. They say that everything on
earth is still there, but I don’t know. Are you still there? The smell of
you on your woollen coat has faded, but I can still imagine it, as I lie
with you and mum on the couch lazily watching TV. I miss it so
much, your smile lighting up the room, your laugh ringing in my ears
as I laugh with you too. They say I’ll be able to send letters to you
now, but only once a year. It seems too much distance between us,
considering that the forecast is that our home will be turned into a
wasteland in a few years.
There are no wild animals here, but I’ve been trying to get a
permit to adopt a dog just like Ollie. How’s life on earth? Can you
still see the wild roses lining the walls of the museum? I wish I
could come and see, but I’m stuck here until eternity passes.
Felicity put down her pen, a torrent of memories swarming into her
mind like a flood. It felt like she was trapped, stuck here forever.
didn’t I feel like this on earth?
She thought, I couldn’t leave then, and
can’t leave now.
Ticking off the 358th day on her calendar, she sighed,
her breath a silvery white in the cold air. Sucked into her memories,
tears ran down her face, reminiscing the past.
I can still see where you are at the top of our house. Mumhas stopped
watchingTV, saying it reminds her of you toomuch.The government
says there might still be a chance that we can save ourselves,
emphasising that we must never lose hope. I already have, accepting
my incoming death like a weight onmy shoulders. Not on everything,
though, as there’s still you, my guardian angel, my only hope. The