The world was ending...
Huh, it didn't like how the world was ending so early. Sure, it was happy to find a sudden burst of love and compassion from a few lovers and friends, but the end of the world meant one thing: When every last human being was wiped out, then there would be no love anymore.
Frankly, it was sad.
It was terrifying how it too would pass away, its form and purpose gone once the last human beings died off...
"Yo, Love, is this really supposed to happen?" Indifference asked, and if Indifference showed care about something, then it really was the end of the world.
"I don't know, Indie," Love said. "Maybe we could ask Time? I really don't think the world should be ending now. It's far too early."
"Tell me about it," said Indifference, but suddenly began to lounge back on its chair. "So off you go then. Good luck asking Time about the end of Time."
Sighing, but its entire being filled with burning compassion, Love ran towards the far corner of the corridor, where the heavy-lock doors of Time's room was. Love was shivering with Fear.
Glaring at Fear, who had somehow snuck up on it, Love pushed the twig-like manifestation of terror itself. "Get away from me, Fear. I hardly need you now, especially if I'm to face Time."
"I-It's rea-really the end of the world, L-Love!" Fear stammered out, its knees bending and joints shaking. It looked like it would fall down soon. "I-I feel so m-much fear! U-Utter terr-terror! I-I've never f-felt this since H-Hitler baby and 2020!"
Love groaned yet again and kicked at Fear's unsteady knees. "Get away, Fear. Don't bloat your sudden strength. I feel a lot of love around the world, as well, you know! So I'm really strong right now!"
"O-Okay..." Fear mumbled as it was sprawled out on the divine apartment's ground. "B-But it w-would do y-you well to have a little m-more fear when y-you ask T-Time for an au-audience."
Love didn't pay it any mind, and walked on forwards. Love could have wanted to have Courage with it, but... Courage was nowhere to be found.
Knocking at the metal doors, a ticking sound then began to work its gears from inside the hollow portion of the customized doors. Then, when 60 ticks passed by, a gear stuck in place, and the door opened.
"You took your time, Time," Love said as it pushed the doors. "But love is forgiving, so I forgive you."
"And time eats away at love, leaving youthful lovers in the fate of death," Time said in a wizened old voice. Time's manifestation always looked like an old human being, for reasons unbeknownst to Love. Love, however, appeared in whatever form it wanted, just like how love always appeared in mysterious ways.
"... Is it really time for the end of the world, Time?" Love asked. "I feel it in my heart that it isn't time yet!"
"You and your petty feelings," Time grumbled with a roll of his eyes. "However, I do agree that something is amiss. It is too early, and my inner gears tell me that I should be fixing up the misalignment of the world's clock hands."
"Yes!" Love exclaimed, jumping up and down. "You must fix this."
"Alas..." Time wheezed out as it collapsed onto its furnished, expensive-looking sofa. "Drastic measures must be done to remedy this, but my minute hands tell me that the fault is in Death's inky hands this time."
Love suddenly paled, its glowing manifestation growing dimmer at the mention of its least favorite sibling. Love sighed. "Why must it always be death?"
Time smiled. "Go on now. I can give you a few hours allowance, but time can only work so well for a single being. Now go speedily to your Death, like star-crossed lovers often do when in despair."
Love grumbled and complained a bit more, but knew it had little time.
It had to hurry. It had a world to save!
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She should be dying, but utter ecstasy was all she felt. Jinhae's lips were as soft as the clouds of heaven, and his skin feverish hot like the depths of hell.
She had always known that they were a match. They knew everything about each other. They even looked like they belonged to each other, with their similar skin tones and small-slit eyes.
They were perfect, and she told him that, just as the umptieth climax reached them both at the same time. "You're perfect."
Looking dizzy with the heat, Jinhae could only rest his face against the crook of her neck, chuckling soundlessly in the last night of the world.
When he pulled back, utterly exhausted but eyes still filled with clarity, she found herself facing him for the first time in silence, without their moans and shouts of pleasure. She gazed at his black eyes, shimmering in the night. Somehow, electricity had been cut off while they were too busy to notice it. In the distance, sounds of chaos also reverberated around.
"It's really the end of the world," Jinhae said firmly, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Yifei smiled. "I guess so."
Then, Jinhae started to observe every little feature on the girl's face, starting from her heart shaped hairline that formed her face quite well, down to her cute nose, down to her luscious lips, and then down to her round chin. Under the moonlight that came through the apartment's skylight, she was beautiful.
He should have already known how pretty his best friend could be, but... He was caught off guard.
"You're beautiful," he said it as a fact, but the girl blushed so demurely that he wanted to swallow her up whole.
Instead, he leaned over again, edging his lips over to hers. Yifei stopped breathing, her heart pounding intensely. He had never looked at her like that before. He... He looked like he loved her.
Just before their lips touched, their pillow suddenly began talking.
"Hey there, love birds," it said. "As much as I adore seeing such blatant show of love, I have to stop you or else the world will really end up ending."
Just like proper human beings, Jinhae and Yifei started to scream their hearts out.