He had lived with the weight of the world ending.
But it was this cloud over his head that made him aware that he was bone & blood.
And when he held her hand, he paid attention to the pressure of her heartbeat as it shifted through her fingertips and moved onto his. He wondered what song it would make if his skin somehow turned into a material made for frequency. He was sure that it would be a beautiful melancholy melody.
He lived like a prophet of the last days and he saw meaning in the shifting light across the land and the unthinking words of children and the gestures of love and hate in equal amounts of those around him.
Yes, he had decided that the world would end every day, and he was grateful for it.