Love at First Fight

When I took the drink, I didn't think I would awake. I thought I would die, and live the after life with him. Although I would prefer it if it ended like that, I did wake up. The area was blurry, the sky was lighter than I first remembered, but it was still pretty dark. The golden robot behind us disappeared. When I looked around, every other foreign species and object disappeared. At first I thought it was all a dream, until I saw buildings on fire, like they were before. I looked down at my boyfriend. His eyes were shut, he was perfectly still, as if he was paralyzed. He was the first one I ever said “I love you.” to, and I definitely meant it. The way he would protect me, the way I would protect him. I felt that nothing could be stronger than that.
“Jordan?” I spoke softly in his ear, hoping for a response. I waited a while, but nothing happened. I put my head on his heart to find a pulse. I remembered how cuddly he was. A flashback came to me of when we would lie down on his couch and I giggled, saying that he was “comfy”. There is nothing I wouldn't do to have that back. I searched and searched for a heart beat. I didn't find one. I started to panic. Even the thought of losing my love was too much to handle. I checked the pulse on his hand.
“Jordan.” I repeated in a louder tone. I checked around to see if there were people to help me, but then I remembered we were the last two on the planet. My mind was racing with confusion and hopelessness as I kept on searching for a pulse. I checked his neck, his other arm, his heart again, I tried CPR. Nothing worked.
“Jordan!” I cried. “Wake up!” Tears formed in my eyes. The one person I said I loved died. My heart pumped violently inside of my chest. I laid down on top of him, crying and crying until there was no more tears inside of me. I wanted to take the blame on myself. I should have stopped him from taking the potion. I would blame it on Liam, but if it wasn't for him, we'd be both dead. Maybe things would be better that way. It felt like I was hit in the chest by a brick. I started to doubt life's purposes. Without him, I was nothing. I understand what love meant: to be willing to die for another. Although I also believed that love is indescribable, that's the most common definition I could think of. Picture a young boy receiving a game that he loved and played a lot. Now picture his father taking the game and destroying it in his face. This is how I felt. I was so broken inside. There was no word that described how I felt. I wanted him back so much. He meant everything to me. He was my shield. He was my knight in shining armour. He was my protector. Now, I was left alone, cold, and weak. I couldn't stand it. I didn't think my life was worth living anymore. I broke down in tears again. I lifted myself off Jordan and walked towards a car. I started the car up, put on my seat belt, and drove away. Even though I didn't learn how to drive a car, a part of me didn't care. My turning was horrible, and so was my breaking. That gave me more self doubt.
“You can't do anything.” I thought to myself. “You're just a waste of time, you screw everything up.” I wasn't sure if I had any tears left in me, but if I did, I was forcing them out. Even if I wanted to live alone, what would I do? I would eat breakfast alone, wander the streets alone, the most exciting part of the day would be me crying myself to sleep. I drove to the lighthouse, where I remembered seeing lots of police cars. I walked to a police man, drowning in his own blood. He carried some sort of pistol. I took it and went back to the car. I missed Jordan so much. I wanted to be with him again. My hand started to shake uncontrollably. I wondered if I was doing the right thing, but I didn't know what else to do. I could wait for the Preminanté to come back, then they could laugh at me, perhaps present me as a zoo animal, where I would be humiliated and depressed. They would take Jordan's corpse and probably burn it. I wanted to be with him, when I died. There was no one I felt more connected to. There was no one I cared for more than him. There's no one else I would die for.
I reached the place I woke up in. I saw Jordan's body, laying lifeless in the destroyed city full of wicked disasters. My love was there, but his spirit was nowhere to be found. The instant I saw him, I began to cry again. I slowly opened the door, shaking my hand as I did so. Anxiety overpowered me. The only thoughts I could think of were negative. I had nothing left in me.
I stood in front of my love. The gun that was at my side, was trembling. I took a while for me to bring it up. I remembered Jordan promised me that when he had his stage of depression, he wouldn't kill himself. Now I would be taking his place, although I never promised Jordan the same promise he gave to me.
A bird cawed above me. I was so nervous I accidentally fired the gun and killed the bird. It blasted towards the ground and it bounced before it as well laid lifeless on the street. I went down to my knees. My eyes were forced shut by my tears. I was confused and alone. I slowly lifted the gun towards my neck.
“This is it.” I thought. “This is finally the end.” When I pictured my death, I pictured it on a bedside, surrounded by the ones I loved. Now, the only one that I am surrounded by that loved me was dead. I thought that he was going to propose to me, once I said I loved him, if the war did not happen. When I thought about the attack, hatred grew inside of me for the Preminanté. They were a disgusting race. They were full of themselves and twisted into thinking they could take on the whole galaxy.
My hand refused to stay still. I brought the gun to my neck. Never before was I filled with so much depression. My heart continued to thump rapidly. I opened my eyes, though it was hard to see anything through my tears. I saw my love. He was so handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him. I wish that I spent my time more wisely with him rather than fighting. I never wanted it to end this way, but I had no other choice. I painfully cried a few more tears.
“I will see you again.” I told his corpse while crying. “I promise.” I took one last breath and instantly pulled the trigger.

All was lifeless on Earth. Nothing survived the wrath of the Preminanté. The Earth was silent and desperately waited for a life force to claim it as home again. Jordan and Lisa lay dead on top of each other, proving to the Preminanté that nothing is more powerful than love.