Two figures stand opposing each other at the end of it all. One a god one a simple commoner girl no one has heard of. It has become almost impossible to tell who is who. But one is waiting to embrace the other while the other bides her time. Though they both know what is to eventually come. The embrace comes quicker than expected. And a long empty silence draws on as the lone figure remains. The last human is gone the last emotion felt the last embrace over yet the figure continues to exist. The figure moves wearily to where the last human was embraced and lays down knowing there is nothing left to do.
[I am open to criticism, suggestions and the like. This was just a short story I whipped up out of boredom]
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