Year 2150

The world was falling apart.

You curled at the corner of your outdated bedroom, your back pressing against the almost disintegrated wallpaper The rain poured heavily and it was like all the angels in heaven were crying.

Glistening rivers of emotion, flowed from your heart's well. You were so close to giving up, until someone’s warmth, radiated onto your ice cold body. Their warm fingers grasped at your small, malnourished body.

“It’s okay. You’re okay now.” the boy whispered.