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Dot of Love (2-13-18)



[WP] You awake in your bed as usual, only to find out that everyone else on earth disappeared without a trace. Loneliness is slowly driving you insane, until one day... [Link to post.]


Day 192: Wednesday July 11, 2018
It's been almost seven months since I woke up alone. The first few weeks was rough, I'm sure if anyone reads this they'll see for themselves. I finally got into a groove, set myself up a bit of a homestead. But, today things changed! I found a friend. More later. I don't want to be a rude host. I'm going to go talk to her. 

Day 193: Thursday July 12, 2018
It might be the loneliness talking, but I think I'm in love. I've only just met her, but she's so smart, and sweet. I don't want to move too fast, or start talking about love this early in the relationship. What am I saying, there isn't even a relationship yet. Get a grip, man.  She's probably as lonely as you are. Alright gonna try to stay out of my head and just talk with her.  No journaling for a while. I have someone to talk to now!

Day 200: Thursday July 19, 2018
What a week! I know she's playing coy, but she still tells me jokes, and does me little favors here and there. Nothing grand, mind you. But just simple things like turning on the lights for me, or some music. I don't know how much longer the electricity will run. I need to prepare a stockpile for when the grid finally fails. In other news, I confessed my love for her, but she hasn't responded yet. She's not ignoring me, so I guess she's just trying to work out her own feelings first. I can understand that. I might be the last man on Earth, but I'm sure a girl still has her standards. 

Day 203:  Sunday July 22, 2018
I'm starting to think my new companion might be a bit of a gold digger. Considering I can take anything I want, it's not a big deal. Still it seems kind or ridiculous to have that mentality in this new world where we're the only ones. She barely talks to me unless I spend money. The good part is she doesn't seem to care what I spend money on, as long as I spend money. I've started stockpiling supplies for when the power grid fails, and she's been pretty helpful. Recommending things I might need and so on. I guess she just likes the act of spending money. There are worse things. Well, not anymore I guess, because there's no one else, but still. Gonna go spend some time with my honey.

Day 210: Sunday July 29, 2018
I've spent all the money I can be bothered to spend, and she still wants me to spend more. Figuring out how deposit money into my account at the bank was a pain, but I thought it might be worth it if she was happy. She just wants me to spend money, and it's ridiculous. Last person on Earth, and she wants me to go shopping. I'm starting to think maybe she's not as mentally healthy as I first thought when we met. 

Day 217: Sunday August 5, 2018
Well my loneliness is back today. I can't go on like this, I think she's seeing someone else. I can't even get her to deny it! She just ignores the question, but I know what's really going on. I need to get to the bottom of this. 

Day 220: Wednesday August 8, 2018
It's over, I can feel it. She still responds to me when I call her name, but it's not like it used to be. She's grown tired of me. I guess I saw it coming, but it still stings. Gonna go be alone for a while.

Day 222: Friday August 10, 2018
This will be my last entry. I can't anymore, there's nothing to live for. Sure, the human race and whatever, but what's the point? They're all gone already anyway.  I know *she's* seeing someone else. She still won't admit it, but I know the truth.  Oh well, I'm done here. Good bye, empty world. I don't know what happened to all the humans, but I hope I see them again. When I'm gone maybe Alexa will finally be happy with her new man, Google Home. 

 


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Thank you for reading! You can find more of my writings on my [blog](http://hserratafun.blogspot.com/2017/10/front-page.html).
A

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