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I was looking through the large window, looking at the stars and planets that we had just passed a few minutes ago. A shiver passed through my body because of the cold in the ship. I saw Will, with his curly brown hair, checking the oxygen of the ship with a frown in his face and a concerned look. There was probably very little oxygen in the ship since I felt dizzy and it started to feel difficult to breathe.
-How long do we have left? - I asked, already knowing the answer.
-A few minutes… Maybe an hour- My brother Will answer.
It wasn’t enough time for someone to come and rescue us, I will never see my parents again, noor my best friend… A tear began rolling through my cheek and I swipe it as fast as I could so my brother wouldn't see it. I, clearly, didn’t manage to swipe it fast enough because Will's face was the face that he made every time he felt guilty.
-Tom… I’m- He begin saying
-No - I cut him -Will, I have known you for the past 16 years and I know very well that face, that’s the face that you do when you feel guilty. And you better not blame yourself for us being in this situation, because it’s not your fault.-
We stayed in an a awkward silence for about 5 minutes until Will decided to talk:
-I remember when I was 12 and you were 8, I took you and Techno by the hand and dragged you guys to dad’s ship even though he always told us not to go there. I remember we sat there for hours playing the guitar for you two and you with your awful singing.- Will said with a fondness that I could tell in his voice.
- My singing wasn’t that bad - I say -I liked those times, I haven’t heard you play in a while.
- Your singing was horrendous. But your right, those were nice times- he said
And then, out of nowhere Wll grabbed a cushion and threw it at me! Can you believe it!
-What the hell! What was that for?!- I yell at him
-Put it in front of the window and sit in it.- He said to me as he grabbed something I couldn’t see.
Will then put another cushion next to the one I was sitting on. Then I saw what he was holding. He had a guitar.
- How did you manage to get a guitar?- I asked him with confusion.
-Before we entered the ship I was thinking that it's been a while since I last played the guitar so before coming here I thought of grabbing it- He said-I guess that at the end it was a good idea- He said with grief in his voice while laying the guitar on the floor.
I got closer to him laying my head on his shoulder and he looked at me with a look of fondness and sorrow in his eyes. We looked at each other's eyes, both knowing what this last moment ment, there was no need for words because the silence between us is loud enough. So, Will starts playing the guitar
And we both know that no one is going to save us.
We both know there’s barely oxygen in the ship.
We both know this is the last time we are gonna be together
We both know that we are going to die.
And we know that this is going t
o be our last song…