The End 2

Chapter Twenty

Lainie's pov...

(Five years later...)

It was five years later, and Dylan, Joel, Kiley, Gratya, and Claire had passed.

Heather had separated from us, with the dog.

All who were left were Blaize, chance, and me.

Blaize was acting up.

She kept on cursing herself, kicking up dust and rocks.

She walked off a lot.

Chance was acting deviously strange, keeping close to Blaize and me.

Blaize was off, finding water and food.

Chance and I were searching the area for shelter.

We all three were now around our mid twenties.

If the earth had still existed, I would've been a year out of college and made at least five major New York best-sellers.

Chance was oddly quiet.

Chance: ...

Chance kept looking over at Blaize and me.

Chance: Um...

Lainie: Yes?

Chance: I like you...

Lainie: Yes, I know. I like you too.

Chance: Y-you d-do?

I nodded, blushing.

Chance: (smiling) Good.

We walked on, quiet.

But, it was a good quiet.

A perfect quiet.