Part 1

One day,as i was walking down the street,the end of the world came.She was blonde and had blue eyes...or brown,didn't really notice at the moment.And she walked towards me ,scorching the earth around her,she noticed that i was staring at her.Obviously i didn't realize at that time how rude i was being.She stopped and asked me for a smoke.Six months later i was walking on air.
But the end of the world had other plans.She knew that to simply burn the flesh of a man wasn't enought but rather,in order for him to really suffer,you would need to break his soul.Funny thing about the soul thou;you can't touch it or,in this case,harm it unless it is willingly and deliberately given to you.
So there i was,soulless ,but with an overwellming feeling of joy...i think.The end of the world on the other hand was,for lack of a better word,confused.She could do anything and most of the time she did exactly that.
Does the end end in light?
is there hope there?
does she have a soul?
Most people would say she doesn't need one.And from that fact they assume she doesn't have one.Not true.
If all things have an end ,and if that end is brought by certain actions and is universal to all people then we can only assume that even the end must have an end and there mush be something else after that.That makes no sens.I thought i should say it anyway.
Now,as it turns out,the end of the world did have a soul.It was very well hidden,but it was there.And it's name was Anna.