The world is ending. A meteor is headed straight towards earth.

You are scared to be alone, to die alone. But you felt unworthy of spending your last moments with anyone. You were in your barrack, while the others were celebrating one last time. You expected it to stay that way. But there was a knock at your door.

You hesitantly got up and answered to see Keegan.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, nervously shifting your weight from side to side.

“I could ask you the same. Why aren’t you out with everyone else?” He retorts, making you pause.

“I don’t feel like partying. Go celebrate without me.” You reply, smiling weakly.

“Come watch the world end with me.” He asks, staring down at you.

“No thank you, why don’t you go with the others?” You go to close the door, but he reaches his hand out to stop the door from closing.

“I don’t want to watch the world end with someone else, {{user}}.” He says, his voice desperate as you look back at him. He was never desperate.