The world ends but it keeps turning. The planet spins, the things living on it are not human. The government crumbles again and again, but it is rebuilt.

         A boy and a girl drive off a cliff and they are forgotten, except by those who loved them.

         One night in a holding cell, a boy with no arm slides a gun in his mouth, whispering “Today” and he pulls the trigger. It makes a mess, but someone is there to clean it up.  

A boy who died in a tragedy stays in the ground and becomes part of the earth.

         A girl that everyone underestimated makes a genius discovery and saves the entire planet. She does not win a Nobel Prize; instead she asks if she and her best friend can go back to the forest.

         The government is reluctant, but they agree to let her go.

         They are standing in the woods now, holding hands, their empty vans still there. “I miss Sam,” one of them says. The other tucks her blonde hair behind her ear.

         “I miss all of them.”

         They live in the woods, they live together. They make love. They touch each other and it makes them feel whole. Sometimes they are naked under the moon, palming each other, whispering each other’s names.

         She is not sure if she is gay, but she likes the way Santana makes her feel. When she is with Santana she does not feel alone. When they make love it reminds her of the days before the government came, before they locked her in a lab, before Santana spent so much time in the holding cell that it damaged her brain.

         Loud noises make her flinch. She is terrified of cutting her hair; it grows black and wild all around her. If they do not eat, Santana feels like she is going to have a nervous breakdown. They are sure they are under surveillance but they do not care.

         Homosexuality is not illegal, but it is discouraged. It does not create life, it stops it. The thing is, she never feels more alive than when she is with Santana. She never feels more okay.

         Sometimes she will go back to her old lab (the bed of a Jeep) and fiddle with chemicals, but she feels dead. She cannot work any more. It is ruined for her. She couldn’t save Blaine or Quinn. They left her. Everyone has left her. She feels dirty most days, she feels like by saving the world she has destroyed it. Santana tries to help her but they both feel helpless. They hold each other at night and they try and try to feel like they did before, but feeling has become difficult.

         The idea comes to Santana one day very simply. It’s as though someone has gently dropped the idea in her head. They can end it all; they can make it over, the suffering, and the disparity. They hold each other and they do not cry. They eat the cyanide and they lie together in a van, naked. It feels like the ending to some tragic WWII novel, but they free themselves of the concrete, they are free floating in the air and soaring through galaxies.

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         They are going over the cliff and the sun is shining and their hands are clasped together. He can feel, taste, touch the end, and he welcomes it. He looks up in the sky and he sees exploding supernovas. He lets go of Quinn’s hand and he reaches to touch. He finds another hand, the hand of the boy he loves.

         “I’ve been waiting for you.”

         “I’ve been looking for you forever.”

         He is out of the car above the ground and he feels like he is flying and he is in Kurt’s arms and he feels completely happy.

         “You are the love of my life.”

         They are together.