Bleeding Heart

Dear Doomsday Dairy,

17/03/2031

Today I went for a walk, the sky was clear of the constricting dense smog that never seemed to go away, and the temperature was blissfully cool, I am glad I went on that walk. I walked past the Hive Mind Station and saw our glorious peacekeepers changing shifts, then I stood in front of the Liberty House and paid thanks to our glorious leaders for keeping us safe from the anarchist faction that wanted to destroy our utopian way of life. I then walked through the park, laying down on the comforting synthetic grass that was mass produced in one of the local factories.

But the best part of the whole day was meeting somebody that I hope I’ll see again, I had just bought a chocolate cake tube from the vendor by the fire display, and while walking away I bumped into the most stunning individual I’ll ever meet, he had jet black hair and obsidian purple eyes, his skin was as white as the laboratories and his skin was cold to the touch. He was cute, but his social skills were inadequate, he bumped into me, stared at me with surprise, and then ran away.

Will I ever see him again?

Dear Doomsday Diary,

28/03/2031

I found him again, he looked exactly like he did the last time, this time I stopped him and he said to me, “You see me?” which confused me so I just stared at him, “I’m invisible to most, you’re the first person to look at me in a long time.” I asked him why, and he merely smiled, I didn’t ask him again.

We spent the day wandering and talking, people gave us a wide berth, looking at us like we were extra-terrestrial lifeforms. He had some radical ideas, ideas that made my rational being sick. He talked about how the people in charge were corrupt, technology sending subliminal messages, how the so called anarchists didn’t want destructive chaos, but freedom in individuality.

Every fibre of my being told me to report him, but something told me that I’d rather he kept talking, eventually he said he had to leave, I didn’t want him to go, but he promised he’d be back.

Dear Doomsday Diary,

17/08/2031

I did it, I told him I loved him, it was spur of the moment, did I make a mistake? What if he doesn’t love me back? What if I’ve entirely misread the situation?

He took me down to the sea, on a night where the red moon pierced the smog clouds, and illuminated the smoke haze on the ground. The slick black waves broke silver against the gravel beach, and the air was blisteringly hot. I stared into his amethyst eyes, they looked wild, almost feral, as they shone bright in the darkness.

He pushed a delicate chain link into my hand, and I looked down to see a beautiful iron heart-shaped locket, and he said “A heart for my heart, and the heart within.” And I opened the locket to find an emerald heart inside, a shade of green so much more vibrant than anything I had ever seen, a viridian reminiscent of the mythical forests and hills of lore.

Then he kissed me, his cobalt lips unimaginably cold, colder than the freezer in my cell, and when he pulled away I wanted him to kiss me again, and again, and to never stop. “I love you.” I said, and he smiled as I closed my eyes, when I opened them, I was home again.

Dear Doomsday Diary,

01/12/2031

I died, yesterday. I made a choice, I joined the rebel faction, my heart had invoked a freedom in me that I had a hunger for, I wanted to share it, with everybody, I wanted to break the shackles and open the eyes of humanity to what their greed has done.

The wind bit into my exposed skin, the heat burning my already scalded flesh as I clung onto the top of a tower, barely alive, I saw a red dot, crawl over to me as time slowed down, I looked at my heart, “Are you afraid of death?” he said, as the dot travelled along my leg. “Aren’t you?” I asked, as the dot positioned over my locket. “My heart stopped bleeding long ago my love, I’ve already met my death.”