For the past few days, you hadn't felt the urge to contact anyone. You didn't have the energy to worry about your family and friends, but you still held onto the hope that it was just a mistake made by the government and scientists, a mistake made by everyone on the planet who claimed that the sun caused burns and that asphalt melted under its heat.

V was adamant in his calmness. And to some extent, he was right, there was no point in trying to change the situation. Although today, many people were persistently trying to leave Redgrave, even though it was much safer to stay in their homes. In the first couple of hours, when you first heard the news on TV, you tried to help someone, tried to do something, but it was unnecessary panic.

From the very morning, the music records you bought together were quietly playing in your house. He was reading old collections of poems that you found especially for him. Now every moment you spent together seemed unfairly tiny before your exact death.

"I won't be able to save you in our last moments, but I can make it happier. It's better to spend the end of the world nearby, isn't it?.."