She starts walking away. Then she looks to the sky and shoots up like a rocket. She looks like a shooting star in the sky. Not a sound is heard while this happens. They never see each other again.
"I'm not scared. I just wanna be with someone who knows me for a little."
NYLA
"What is wrong with you?"
THE BOY
"I don't know."
NYLA
"Me neither."
This is really sad for both of em. They really wanna know. Nyla closes the door.
They're arguing about driving, or cooking with coconut oil instead of olive oil, or something else they themselves will not care about or remember in a month, year, ten years, 100 years, the age of the universe.
Sitcom laughs always freaked him out. Because most of those people are dead. Those are ghost laughs. Laughs that are supposed to be gone forever linger on earth after every mid 90s joke about teenage sex or someone saying "don't go there". Looking for their mouths, never finding them because they're gone. The laughs don't feel good because they're dead laughs. Those laughs aren't what they stood for anymore. They've been reappropriated. Now they're just sounds monkey descendants make when amused to cue other monkey descendants when to make the sounds at home.
A family member was needed. Didn't realize that they were each other's only family til this very moment. When you lose that, you basically lose most of your memories, at least the accuracy of your own memories.
I'm sorry we're alone.
"You ever think we're in hell? This is all hell. Living on earth and being the only ones aware that it's all ending slowly."
Nothing real is ever "fine". Remember this.
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