The Longest Night

by Evelyn Floyd

The evening that the sun went down, that was the last time I saw daylight. I've been in the darkness ever since.

I'm not complaining, as I've gotten used to it. Once you spend enough time in a world with no light, your night vision gets to be pretty good. I was hoping, early on, that perhaps I'd have moonlight, but so far the moon hasn't shown up, no pun intended.

Without the ordinary diurnal light change that one is used to in the normal world of day and night, it is rather difficult to tell how much time has passed, but I have figured out a way to count the hours with some level of accuracy. It isn't perfect, but it works.

The worst part isn't the darkness, no, I have learned how to deal with living in a world without light. The worst part is the loneliness. For some unknown reason that I cannot fathom, when the sun went away, so did the rest of humanity.

I don't think I can express in words just how quiet the world is when there are no other people in it. Even just having one other person to talk to would make it bearable. If I had one wish, just one single wish, then I would wish to have my friend Kyle here. Of all the people in the world, Kyle knew me like no other. He got me. Very few people could say that, but Kyle understood me and he even found my little idiosyncrasies to be amusing. I loved Kyle; I still do, even though I have no idea where he is. I don't know where I am, to be honest.

It was rather noisy when I got here, but what was making the noises I could never figure out. There aren't any noises now. Everything is quiet. It would be peaceful, I suppose, but the last thing I need is peace and quiet. I want some noise, someone to talk to, to laugh with, something. At this point I'd settle for the sound of someone crying.

I know now where I am, and in realizing it, I only have one more question to ask.

I wonder if Kyle cried for me when the dirt hit the top of my coffin.

The End

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