I’m aboard the last plane in existence.
Every flight has been shut down, it’s towards the end of the world, and I’m aboard the last plane in history to take off. We’re going, of all places, to Antarctica. (Yeah.)
Me and the rest of the passengers, we understand we’ll never get home again, but we’re more interested in making history. We’ll build colonies in icebergs, become cannibals. We’ll be fine. I call my ex boyfriend Ben (his name’s in my phone, the only B) because I can’t think of another person I’d rather have come with me. I tell him this on his voicemail. He calls me right back, but as we’re talking the plane starts to move, and he tells me he’s happy with the way his life’s going now. No, he’s not doing anything exciting with his life, and that’s the way he likes it. It’s awkward because we havent spoken in years and years.
I hang up and head to Antarctica.
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