My Most Treasured Relationship(s)

The world is probably ending in a few hours. Something monumentally fucked up can happen to me right now. I might face Cerberus if I end up choking on the chewing gum I have in my mouth. Maybe the vast entirety of the matrix upon which this universe, a game, is based, ends up crashing and takes down with itself the very foundations of existence, presence, and being as we call it. The point is anything that has the ability to shift my world entirely, even blow it off its axis, could happen soon. So, why should I waste my time working on this assignment when I can easily have fun with the guy whose room I am in, the same guy who refuses to stop looking at me? He reminds me of cats, this one.

I like words. Life is too short. Life is TOO short. LIFE is too short. Life is too SHORT. I start writing but then I backspace because how can I move forward when I don’t know what I have written so far? Spaces and punctuations and - oh good lord, does this EVER end? Why was I cursed with the ability to think? It is exhausting being exhausted. The guy still looking at me has 2 guitars on his chair, while he is sitting on the floor. I tuck away the flutter my heart almost feels at that observation. It is hard to find guys that are obsessed with things other than themselves. Strangely endearing. Truthfully worth fighting against numbness. He asks me about my childhood, my favorite color, and what I think about the stars. I unzip my jacket. It is better to freeze than to deal with that.

I leave his room without my belongings and an answer and rush to my red-bricked home's lesser-known gate. It’s not like I trust him with my things, I just don’t care at all. The world is definitely ending soon. Assignments won’t really matter. Yes, I am smart but it won’t save me if I choke on my now stale and saliva-drenched chewing gum. I wish the guy was still here to look at me. I run into our campus cat and she reminds me of him. This is sad, she is prettier. Wait. Does that mean I find HIM pretty? Shit. Hell. I don’t have time for this.

I run and I run and I run to the gate, I run so fast my feet lift off the ground until I’m air and air is me and we are one. The guards know me. They let me out. My dogs are waiting outside for me, they jump on me with tails that wag faster than the speed of light. I sit down in the middle of the road and pet their beautiful heads. They love me and they don’t even know my name. They love me and they don’t even know I am smart. They love me and we haven’t ever spoken about our parents and our favorite colors and the stars. I cannot stop smiling. They love me and they don’t need me to tell them about myself so they can love me. They just do.
They love ME.
Me? Me! Me.
I've never before had such an effortless and innocent relationship. 

I swallow my chewing gum. I would be okay if I choke on it. There is nothing more to life than this, at this moment I am me and there is no one else I would rather be.

The world ends. 
They don't leave my side.