It's over.

The world ended.

Everything had gone up in the flames and you were at the center of it all.

The sight so astonishing and heart wrenching one would think it was the library of Alexandria crumbling to the floor.

I told you to run and you didn't.

Ophelia, why are you so stubborn?

It's all over.

What was the point?

Pages of memories were flaring up in smoke and everything was hazy and I couldn't breathe.

The world ended.