Alone at the end of the world...

[cellophanecity]

The ice on the window panes signified the end of the world.

He pressed a palm against the frosted glass, melting the shape of his hand into the ice then watched as it froze back over, the shape of his trembling hand preserved forever against the glass.

He was accustomed to being alone. It was no surprise. To find himself gazing head on into the

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[dharawal]

woah...

did you write that??

if so that is bloody amazing, gave me goosebumps

[cellophanecity]

>: I did.

Thank you very much. ;A;

[dharawal]

is there more??

a back story?

[cellophanecity]

Ahh, I don't know.

There's a future story. Once the world hold still for long enough. And that'll give back story. I suppose.

[naochan]

Who is it referring to, love? ;x;

[cellophanecity]

I guess it's ambiguous mostly.