Canto Cutie - Volume 2

ANON swore she would never give life to
a new-born to only allow it to face this
disastrous world.
A melancholic melody was swimming
through the ruins. The sounds came
from a distant car driving past the site. It
was the song that ANON couldn’t get out
of her mind, assuring her the vehicle was
one driven by her companions out
searching for survivors like her.
Can anyone hear me?
ANON looked on as the music faded
away. She knew her companions
couldn’t find her. It wasn’t their fault,
there were always people being le!
behind. Surely it was a short life and she
sincerely hoped for a longer, better one,
but this would have to do; it was her
moment to leave. ANON started asking
herself what it would have been like if
the world was better, or if the metropolis
simply never knew about the fraud.
Would she be “happier”?
Probably not. If none of this ever
happened, she would have wanted to
become a writer. ANON would settle
down in another country and rent a
small house with a garden. Every
morning, she would sit by the balcony as
music played from her old-school radio
speaker. She and her gay friend would be
enjoying their fake marriage, sharing
thoughts on culture, music and art as
well as giving each other sufficient
individual time. Sometimes ANON might
still think of the one she was once deeply
in love with, wondering if he was ever
going to reappear in her world and get
herself confused again once in a while.
Nevertheless, everything would be a
happily ever a!er. The fact that life isn’t
an endless excitement makes it sound
flawed, but that was the kind of freedom
she longed for.
ANON swallowed another mouthful of
black liquid. Just as her body lay supine,
she smilingly whispered.
At the end of the world, I wish I could
have...
... The end.