Parallel Universe — Lost City

The city lights went out in honour of the people it had lost. The atmosphere turned quiet as many remembered the faces of those they loved. The air was made of tears, heartbreak, fear.

It was devastating how quickly the most romantic city became the most saddened. It was devastating how innocent souls were targeted and attacked. It was devastating how humanity turned on itself and broke. For a moment, the world fell silent.

But even the darkest of nights still possesses a star.

And out of the misery came strength. Out of the fright came hope. Out of the madness we came together. The world united and stood up for every soul taken, every soul broken, every soul still there. Together the world prayed for love and for happiness, for peace and for unity.

I thought of Michael that night, no doubt sound asleep in his bed. I thought of the love that I carried for that one boy. Then I thought of the lost city, full of people full of love just like mine.

And that night I prayed for them, for all of them, for every unfinished story and for every story still being told.

I, as did billions of others, prayed for the world.

I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer.

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