Huh. Only one person spoke up. How sickening. But expected. And no one wants to try to save me. Well, that's also expected. January is the only one hopeless enough to do it. And sweet enough. And kind enough. They give the best memories.

Of course, you don't care about those, do you. About the lived we had before the end of the world.

To be honest, they weren't much different. We were still any other color than normal. We still were missing parts and had extra parts. April was still without eyes or features. January was with too many exclamation points that made up too many beautiful eyes. September was still neutral, and still very tall, with lots of extra limbs. And June and July with inseperable, but not litterally then.

But you don't care, do you. Of course not. You probably just skipped over that part. You are all so selfish.