Lucy

  Lucy is crying. She knows this because she can feel the wetness on her cheeks.

  She can hardly believe it—obviously, they all knew about the inevitability of this final end. But they thought they had time. World renowned scientists, Axel Stone and Sara Solanki had put the estimate down to somewhere around the year 3000. That’s almost five centuries from now. And now is 2523, and now is the end of the world.

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  She can hear her parents crying in the other room. There are a few sniffles and then Her mother laughs wetly, and says, “Well, we had a good run, didn’t we, Peter?”

  “Mary… What about Lucy?” Her father asks.

  Her mother lets out a soft sob, and she can hear her father comfort her.

  Lucy aches for Stevie. But Stevie’s probably at home, crying with her parents, saying her last goodbyes.

  Just like she should be doing.

  She pushes the door to her parents’ room open. Both of their gazes snap towards her, and before she knows it, her mother’s arms are around her. “Oh, Lucy, Lucy, you’ll be fine, okay? We’ll be fine.

  But will we? She asks her father silently, searching his dark eyes.

  No. His eyes say back.