Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Have a lazy Sunday, and thought I’d go through the WIP. I get all rambly before the actual part of the fic so feel free to skip.
And I found regret, guilt, trauma and Frank Lampard. Which is like buy two get one free anyway.
While the end of the world is not 100 percent unhappy, (happy, hopeful ending) turns out the world ending brings out feelings. I truely should have know that. That’s on me.
I know the time skip Arteta fic was.. a lot? I think “a lot” covers it, this one is sort of the same in that it’s an alternate world (clearly the world is ending) but it’s still our world? I promise it’s not “ a lot” in the same way.
No consent issues, no predators (I mean except the bears I guess and the end of the world is a bad time to be a polar bear - there are also foxes). But they people in it are loving and supportive. So it’s not people! Except it’s the end of the world and it’s some people.
Anyway, lands end snippet so it makes more sense.
“The honey was amazing. It was uncomfortable playing football, so the games were moved to a later start time. The days felt longer. Some of the flowers had started to smell different, like Jaffa cakes or popcorn. Raspberry canes prickled into bloom and the fruit was darker, and richer, and exploded into fizz in people’s mouths.
Things moved. In November the Elgin Marbles were found at the base of the Parthenon. Three factories in China turned into piles of sand. Attendance at church crept up.
Animals adapted more quickly. Insects got bigger, David Attenborough died of natural causes and the last pictures of him in his bed were smiling at lady bugs as big as his thumb nail. Some of them were reversed. Orange spots on black wings on one side, black spots with orange wings on the other.