Once upon a time, the world ended.
Not all of it, of course. Just ... your part of it. The little bubble of safety and familiarity that you thought you'd carved out—that you'd put so much effort into building! That you thought would last for as long as you wanted it.
Except that wasn't up to you. It really, really wasn't. That's what happens when you involve other people, but you forgot, you took it all for granted—and, deliciously, hilariously, that's why it fell apart. That's why it ended.
Feels like sand slipping through your fingers.
Like the tide going out.
Ah well.
Another sandcastle.