“I had a dream the day before you died. It was the end of the world. Buildings were in ruins and there wasn’t any life to be seen.
I found you amongst all the rubble. You were sitting on a hill, looking at what was left of the city. You didn’t look sad or scared, just bored. You asked me what the point of it all was. The point of life. The point of anything at all.
‘Oh what did you do this time?’ I asked because somehow I knew that this was all your doing. And I didn’t feel mad or even scared, I just felt disappointed in you like I had when we were kids and you misbehaved.
You didn’t answer me. Then I sat down next to you and we looked at what was left of the city together. Neither of us said anything. Then I woke up and I cried because that dream had felt so real. I wonder sometimes if I could have stopped you or if that was just wishful thinking. You never really cared if I approved or cared about anything. You didn’t end the world at l