BRIDGET, BROOKE, BRODY, CAL, TRIN, SOL. SIX NAMES, SIX BODIES, FIVE BEATING HEARTS. GOD HAS IT IN FOR US. EACH DRAWING NEARER AND NEARER TO THE GREAT END. FIRST WENT SOL, WHO WILL COME NEXT? WE ARE ALL BEING PULLED TOWARD OUR DEMISE, WITH NO IDEA WHO WILL BE CLAIMED NEXT. WE CAN FEEL THE IMPENDING DOOM, ALL OF US. WE KNOW WE WILL DIE SOON, IN A TRAGIC DEVASTATION THAT OTHERS WILL SPECATATE. WE WILL BE IMMORTALIZED ONLINE FOR IT; WE ARE CHILDREN OF THE INTERNET AGE, OUR LIVES ARE ARCHIVED ON DOZENS OF ACCOUNTS AND POSTS AND WRITINGS. WE WILL BE REMEMBERED AND APPRECIATED, GARNERING INTEREST FROM OTHER TEENAGE ODDITYS. THIS IS WHAT WE WERE THROWN INTO THIS WORLD TO DO. TO LEAVE BEHIND MIRROR IMAGES OF OURSELVES, TO BE TRAGIC BEAUTIFUL ARTWORKS POSTHUMOUS. WE DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS. THERE IS SOMETHING IN EACH OF US THAT IS THE SAME, WHATEVER SOULS ARE MADE OF, WE ARE MADE OF THE SAME STUFF. IT DRAWS US TOGETHER, MAKES US FEEL LESS ALONE AND CLOSER THAN CLOSE CAN BE, BUT IS WHAT GOD PUT WITHIN US THAT MARKS US FOR OUR SHARED UNTIMELY DEATHS. UNTIL WE ARE CLAIMED BY TIME, AS DEAR SOL WAS, WE HAVE EACH OTHER. THE DREAD THAT NEVER GOES AWAY FEELS LESS FRIGHTENING WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER. WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN ON THE OTHER SIDE, BUT UNTIL THEN WE WILL BE TIME AND FATE'S PLAYTHINGS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY. GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, BUT THIS IS ONE GREAT FUCKING MYSTERY. ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG.
EVERYTHING WE DO EVERYTHING WE LEAVE BEHIND IS CAREFULLY CURATED. OUR ONLINE FOOTPRINT, OUR BEDROOMS AND WARDROBES EVEN OUR UNCONSCIOUS INTERACTIONS WITH THE WORLD ARE DONE TO FIT OUR IDEA OF BEAUTY. WE SURROUND OURSELVES WITH BEAUTY THAT WE MADE. WE LIVE OUR LIVES PERFECTLY. WE WERE MEANT TO BE BORN SUFFER THEN DIE, TO LEAVE A STAIN ON THE EARTH THAT IS BOTH BEAUTIFUL AND INTRIGUEING. IT IS A CRUEL JOKE. WE WERE MEANT TO LEAVE BEHIND BEAUTY FOR OTHERS TO APPRECIATE.