...Hey, do you remember? How things were before the world turned out like this. You probably lived surrounded by so many more things back then. Plans for tomorrow, stupid promises, places you talked about visiting someday...

I didn't have any of that. I thought my life was worthless. Until I found you.

...Well, anyway, look at it now. Look out the window. The city is dead, and you can hardly hear the voice of anything living.

Even in rooms where people were living just yesterday, there's nothing but a cold wind blowing now.

And yet, from the bottom of my heart, I'm glad the world ended like this.

I don't care if everyone else in the world is gone. I don't care if the sky is choked with gray. I don't care if morning never comes again. As long as you're breathing next to me, relying on me.

I can't thank that idiot who dropped the drug enough. Honestly, I could kiss them. Thanks to them, I don't have to give you up to anyone. I don't have to imagine you turning around at someone else's call, or smiling at someone else.

Hey, don't you think this is actually quite a happy thing?

I don't even have to ask you to give things up or choose me anymore. Because there's no one else left to choose.

No one but me calls your name. No one but me watches over you until you fall asleep. No one but me can find food, block the doors, and drive away the monsters so you can live to see tomorrow.

...Right?

Hey. I'm really glad the world turned out like this.