Riley S. Quinn

“I remember it. I remember when it hadn’t happened. I remember when you hadn’t happened. None of you had. It was me, just me, just me and then all of you and all of your light and your trees and your sky and your rain. Your rain. Soaking you through, weighing you down as you dance in it, shouting and singing and thanking the clouds as they chill your bones and flood your homes. The water rises, and you still seem as if you cannot stop dancing. Are you singing now? Whom do you thank when everything has been destroyed, and the clouds have grown so dark that you are blinded in the newborn sea of their creation? In the beginning, it was only me. In the end, it will be only me. Me and… you. How are you here? How is this fair? Don’t you wish it had been someone else? I wish it had been nobody at all, but now… now I feel you. I feel your presence here. I feel your pain, your fear. I felt your breathing stop when you arrived. I heard the splintering crack of something important. It’s starting again now. You’re starting again. In slow, coughing, hitching breaths. I can taste the dirt in your mouth. I feel the bruises forming around your ribs. Your heart is going too fast. Perhaps in the end, your own terror will kill you, instead of me-- instead of whatever we were doomed to become. Or perhaps you will not die. At the end, they will all be gone but us; and in that nothingness, we will forget any of it ever existed at all. I will forget that I was ever alone.”
― Riley S. Quinn, Illuminated