Even if I had to start all over again, I would still choose you. You gave me birth. You nursed me to life. You fed me and taught me the ways to be good. You gave me friends. You encouraged me in hard times. You gave me siblings. You gave me compassion. You were my companion. But then, it changed. Rushing you to the hospital almost every day. I had to be your friend, your companion, your teacher, your nurse. Tears poured every day from my eyes lacking sleep. Constantly I pounded on my pillow asking why it had to happen. But throughout this time I thought back to when you were my companion, freind, nurse, and life. I repeated to myself: "Even if I had to start all over again, I would still choose you."

If I had to start all over again, I would still choose you.

I would still feel the way I feel, strong as I do.

I chose you for a reason, even though it had risk.

I protect my right to want you, and love you like this.

Choosing you was an uncontrolled something that made perfect sense.

You being my better half, confirms your presence.

So if I had to start all over again, I would know exactly what to do.

I would choose someone adorable, I would still choose you.

For a moment, she could pretend that it was just a storm outside, but this was no normal storm. The sky had long since clouded red, and it was only a matter of time before they were both dead too. She pushed away those thoughts. There was no point panicing when there was nothing they could do. Well, maybe not nothing...

Next to the fire, she drew herself closer to their body. They were just drifting off to sleep, when doubts started to creep into her mind. They had been given the choice to escape earth, why hadn't they taken it? To stay with her? Why?

Before the thoughts could go any further, she jostled them awake.

"Do you regret not leaving when you had the chance?" Her voice came out weaker than she had hoped for.

They just smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Even if I had to start all over again, I would still choose you."

No-one was around - or alive - the next morning. But if they were, they would have seen the bodies of two people cuddling beside the remains of a fire, together even in death.