The Atomic Reverie
I was lucky enough to be a part of her eyes; I saw all the things she saw. She loved to travel, and to experience new things and I got to experience it all with her. I saw such colours, I’d drifted through the universe for unfathomable amounts of time and never did I see such colours as when I was Lucy. She led a beautiful life, she was kind and she was generous, she had a beautiful husband and a beautiful daughter and the word beautiful will never really be adequate to describe any of these things. She was more than that, she was alive, irrevocably, undeniably, absolutely alive.
As the lights blinked out of the world, as the stars disappeared one by one and as all that once was became no more. We thought about our histories. I thought about Lucy and thanked whatever force had conspired to make me a part of her, because I’d seen so many lovely things.