White Eyes

Then she was there; Aurora. She was prettier than the last time I saw her, and she was human again. She smiled to me and called my name. She looked very happy. She looked like herself.

I felt something warm at my chest, something pleasant. Months I spent surviving the unholy apocalyptic planet made me forgot the feelings of the true emotions like love, happy, excitement, and sadness. But standing right there, in front of her made me realize that I could still feel those emotions.

A short story entry to the contest : What Apocalypse by the Dystopian & Apocalypse Wattpad Profile
Written by : Gregorius Jonathan