Prompt: unfortunately, the sun was set to explode before your birthday. There was very little uncertainty in our world, what with the science and technology we had developed to tell us all we needed to know. Unfortunately, the sun was set to explode before your birthday. Blood rushes to my ears, filling them with a thunderous roar as every available screen and device blares the news. Your birthday is in one week. Your party is in two. It looks like your party won’t happen, nor will your birthday. There is little I can do to solve this, except to do what everyone else has already done. Talk to your loved ones. Make amends. Spend all your money. Live recklessly, for the first time in your life. For the last time in your life. Say I love you, say I hate you. In six days, it won’t matter. Unless some magical construction manages to save our lives, it’s the last time we’ll say it. I looked up at the sky, and it was maroon. I looked in the mirror, and my cheeks were maroon. I looked in your eyes, and I saw maroon. You never see things the same after your sight is widened. I got you roses for your birthday, personally ordered them to be perfect for you. It seems the roses won’t be there on your birthday. It seems the gardener won’t be there to pick the flowers on your birthday. It seems the florist won’t be there to make the bouquet on your birthday. It seems I won’t be there to give you the flowers on your birthday. It seems you won’t be there to receive the flowers on your birthday.
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