FEBRUARY 23RD

 It took two thousand, nine hundred, and twenty days for the world to begin falling apart. First it was just a few things going missing, quite normal things like that that irritate you slightly. Slowly, however, the world's color begin to grey and darken. The world started losing it's color, Marie pointed it out to me first. Then, it got worse. The world began to glitch here and there, trees would go out of focus, and the world itself began to slowly break apart.

 Marie and I had no memory of how we had gotten here in the first place, or who our parents even were, if we had any. For some reason Marie always seemed angry with them, and I'd have to try to console her by telling her that nobody lived on this world except us and the weird old man who lived out in the woods. Even when the world began to break, she blamed them.

"I just don't see how two people, who by the way no longer exist or maybe didn't ever exist, could do all this." I reasoned, gesturing to our violently glitching lamp.

"I just have a feeling that this all started because of them, maybe it's not ending because of them but I know for a fact it is their fault!"

"Oh really? Just how you have dreams of them? They're gone and have been gone for years, Marie."

Grumbling, Marie stomped off and toward her room to grab something. As soon as the noise of frustration left her throat from the other room, I knew whatever she had went to get had disappeared. Much like half of the things in the house, including some of the food that had been sitting in the fridge for years now.

We didn't ever know why we didn't eat it, we just.. Didn't. However, it didn't ever go "bad" as Marie puts it, and as far as I knew food didn't ever go bad in this place. So I've always questioned how food could go "bad" or "stale".

"Celeste, did you take my things or was it.. The weird "glitch"?!" Marie yelled from the other room.

"Nope, it was the void again!"

As she walked back into the kitchen, she rubbed her forehead as though trying to get rid of a bad headache.

"Celeste?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever feel like.. I don't know, you didn't ever belong here, like maybe everyone didn't disappear and it was just… Us?"

"Are you getting sick or something? How would we be conscious if we stopped existing?"

"..You're right." Marie muttered, a relieved yet strained smile on her face.

I don’t think she knew I noticed how tired she's been lately.

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