The glass in her hands fell to the ground.

-Wait… What do you mean the world will end tomorrow? - Shivered she, her hands, legs, and body were shaking.

-I know it's hard, but... - Continued Man.

-Yes, it is... I... - Sofia was scared as never before, everyone was. There is no tomorrow, your life is over and has no meaning now, or does it? Can you still change something? Correct your mistakes? Is there still time left to love people close to you? Will you make your dreams come true when it is still possible, or is it still possible?

She sat on the couch and covered her face. Is all this really happening? Yesterday we all had dreams and goals, what do we all have to do now?

She decided to turn on the TV. All the news was about the end of the world, broadcasters work even now, and many channels show cartoons or shows. Some people don't really understand what's happening, or do they even want to? Do you just have to spend this time living as always, or why don't make something crazy?

She took her phone. A lot of messages from her friends and family. Maybe she's already living her life happily, and death doesn't really matter? Or will we even die? What will happen tomorrow? Sofia called her mom, and she picked up the phone.

-Hello? Mom, is it you? - said Sofia with a trembling voice.

-Yes darling, it's me. How are you doing? - It seemed like she didn't care or didn't know about what was happening.

-Mom did you see the news? I... don't know what to do - cried Sofi.

-Everything is alright my girl, I saw the news. - Her mom was calm, like there's still years to live. But maybe when you get older, life doesn't have so much meaning, or you just begin to care less.

-Mom, are you at home? Can you please stay there? I will come in a few hours. - said Sofia as tears flooded her eyes.

-You don't have much time, girl, do what you want, go out with your friends, just be happy. - Answered her mother, but Sofia wasn't going to listen, she loved her mother with all her heart and was going to take a ride.

Sofi wore a jacket for the cold weather this autumn, it was freezing today. Put on boots and opened the door.

-Where are you going, Sofia? - Said Man.

-To my parents.

-You don't have time! You know how far your parents live!

-I don't care, Jack! All I want is to be with them. - Said she, still crying.

He threw up his hands and went away. He looked sad.

Sofi went outside, to the car.

-Shit, my key fob - Said she out loud. Does something really change on the day before the end of the world? Like your feelings, do you feel more, or maybe less? Will the end of humanity affect outer space? Are there other living beings outside our planet, and will they find our remains centuries later, or at least our cities or writing? Will they find our planet affected by what we did on it, or will Earth recover completely by that time?

Sofia went back inside the house, walked to the living room, and began to search for key fob, under pillows and inside drawers. She didn't even notice Jack until he talked to her.

-Are you looking for key fob?

-Damn Jack! You scared me! - Said Sofia.

-Here are your keys - Jack gave them to her.

-Thanks. - Sofia was about to leave the house for the last time.

-And by the way, if you will change your mind... Call me. And look at the time, none of us have much left.

The door closed, and Sofi pressed a key on the key fob to open the car. She got in and started the car. She looked at her watch, it was 13:27.

It won't be a short trip, but a long one. She will probably come in time, but is that the best thing to do? For many people, their family is the only love they have, and for many people, it is the worst. Is spending the last hours of your life best with family and friends? Or by yourself? Maybe with your dog? Or is it best to not think and do the first thing you think about? You don't have much time anyway. There are always more questions than answers, and it's hard to live when you don't know what will happen tomorrow.

As she was driving her car, at least one of these thoughts ran through her head. At least one of these thoughts was in our heads. She was looking at the trees, some going behind her and some still waiting to be behind. A cold wind was blowing. There aren't so many cars on the roads, it looks like the end of the world wasn't like the one humans were predicting for the entirety of humanity. Many people are with their families, or just sitting there home and thinking "What has gone wrong?", "Why does God send this upon us?", or is there God? And some people still don't know what's happening.

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Someone was taking a walk, someone was taking a walk for hours, why don't be outside in this beautiful before-winter weather? It is Christmas soon, so why don't have amazing mood? Why don't have this mood all year? We're looking for a moment to make us happy, whether it's winning the prizes of life, or losing them and being sad. But it isn't that important to be happy, feeling alive is. Even if we don't always feel alive, but when we do, we are really happy, even if we are sad, terrified, or scared. And sometimes you're happy but not really alive. People think differently, maybe because of this, they aren't really happy? Is feeling alive what makes us happy? We just can't be happy all the time, so why don't we try to be alive?

Sometimes we have to do what we're scared of. Why don't we do it until it's too late to do anything?

The car engine was loud, Sofia was driving, and the sun wasn't visible. The shopping center appeared from far away, and she decided to stop. It is time for the last gift.

The door of the mall opened automatically as she approached. It was bright, and empty, not a single person was here. In the store are many Christmas toys, candies, and gift wrappers. Sofia was walking between store sections, looking for something interesting. She took candies, cookies, and a converter. She found the packed paper and took off the wrapping. Sofia took a sheet of paper and cut it with scissors. She wrote a list to her mom, placed it in the converter. There are no people, even no cashiers, so she guessed that it's all free.

It's so cloudy, grey, and dark outside, like inside some of us. She was driving for a few hours and only saw a few cars. Do most people prefer to stay home and live their lives as they had every day before? Playing games all day, or reading books. Does what you do define you as a person? Or is it how you do that? Or with whom you do that, maybe it depends on which person defines you? Is it what you have after waiting that makes you happy, or excitement while waiting? What do we have to do, and what we don't? Can one mistake define your life? Should other people tell you what to do? Can't you do that by yourself?

Sofia looked at the time, 19:43. With a few kilometers left, she will meet her parents, talk with them until the middle of the night, and then who knows what will happen? Do all humans deserve to die? Do our actions really make us bad or good, or what do these words even mean?

Life looks even more beautiful now, as you understand that something you can't change will eventually come and change your life.

Her car entered the forest, going on the dirt road, and everything now seems even darker.

For what do people fight? What will matter when you die?

She stopped the car as it slowly approached the house.

-WHY? - Hopelessly creamed Sofi.

She stayed for a bit in the car and then left it.

The house where she spent her childhood now seemed foreign to her.

She Knocked, but no one answered

She knocked again, still no answer.

She took the keys under the carpet, and opened the door.

-Hello? Mother? Father? - Said she while walking to the living room, where the lights are on. She walked around the corner.

-Oh, hello Sofia! - Said her father.

-Wait, why is there so much food on the table? Don't say...

-As well as you haven't listened to us.

-You didn't need to. 

-It's like time with family, hahaha - chortled he. 

-Darling, sit down with us. - Invited her mother.

It was warm, cosy, and with family. Sofia sat with them. And they talked, and talked, and talked. About all the silly things they did and about all the time they spent with family. And it doesn't matter what will happen or what has already happened, they are happy, right now, at this very moment, and nothing else matters. Sofia gave the converter to her mother. She opened it, and looked as happy as never before. 

Sofia looked at the clock on the wall, it was 23:58. She stood up, and came to a full-wall window. Looked at the snow that had just begun to fall. Sofi was feeling alive, happy, and at home, where she should be. Snow slowly falling to the ground, as time that has passed cannot be returned. Sofia looked at the clock for the last time.

Maybe, in order to feel alive, we must face terrible things?