It was a cloudless night. He looked up at an endless sea of stars. The same kind of night it was when it happened before. This time, he feared, was going to be much worse, and was afraid for peoples lives.
Before he made his way to the shelter he build, he had to go get her and make sure she was safe. It didn’t matter how long it was, or she didn’t want to see him again. He loved her. And couldn’t bear it if anything happened to her, even though he wished it sometimes.
He begged and pleaded with her, but she refused to go with him. Feeling rejected again, he started for his home made shelter.
He reached the shelter right before it happened. The ground below him shook, and thunder clapped above. He could hear trees and branches braking. Voices were screaming, and all he could think of was he hoped one of the voices wasn’t Joy’s.
It was over in thirty seconds. It felt longer, like everything was in slow motion. He opened the door to see debris scattered around, cars mangled, and bodies laying about. If they had only listened to him.
He heard a faint call out to him, “Richard.”
He looked behind him, but could hear nothing.
“Richard,” he heard it again, louder this time.
He recognized that voice. It was Joy running toward him. She was bleeding from a cut on her head, but looked fine otherwise. Richard let out a big sigh of relief.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I should’ve listened to you.” She through her arms around his shoulders, “I love you.”
He wiped the blood, with his hand, away from her forehead. “I love you too. Come on, lets see if anyone needs our help.