Concept:

- 2 characters:
- Polar opposites
- Don’t hate each other
- Right place wrong time
- The world has to end by the end of your place
- Must include “the bullshit gotta end this is my story sis” AND “There are many ways to
skin a cat
Wilfrid: There’s something fascinating about living in the world we live in. Everything is so
quick paced, prepackaged and delivered quickly. But yet we still complain about the mundane
and monotony of regular life. Of the everyday. I know I do. Even though I shouldn’t. I’ve seen
every important historical event happen in front of my eyes. Today is the day the world ends.
The unthinkable is finally happening. The world ending is something that was always joked
about, something not taken seriously. And now it’s finally here and there’s nothing anyone can
do about it. She walks closer and closer to the bench. My eyes follow her, her memory slowly
becomes the person. She’s still the person I remember.

Primrose: Well look what the cat dragged in.

Wilfrid: You know I don’t understand your slang Primrose

Primrose: Why did you come here?

Wilfrid: You know why

Primrose: I don’t

Wilfrid: This was our spot. I still come here every once in a while. Don’t know how you’ve
forgotten.

Primrose: I haven’t forgotten. I’m just surprised you always talked about how there were too
many dog walkers here. Specifically yorkies. Still not sure why you have a thing against yorkies.

Wilfrid: I don’t have a thing against yorkies.

Primrose: It’s ok to have a thing against yorkies, you know I have a thing against gingers, you
have one for yorkies, it's perfectly normal.

Wilfrid: It’s not about the yorkies. I just- I come here everyday.

Primrose: Not a very interesting thing to do for an immortal being.

Wilfrid: Maybe not. But the world is about to end and I’d like to see this spot before it’s gone
forever.

Primrose: I guess so. You know you’re the only one that calls me Primrose.

Wilfrid: Really? Well isn’t that your name.

Primrose: It is.

Wilfrid: So than how come I’m the only one who refers to you in that way?

Primrose: Well, I’m not sure, I think Primrose is quite a fancy and honestly snobbish name to
have, so I just go by Prim most of the time. Rose if I’m feeling like having a good time. Ro to
my closest friends.

Wilfrid: Fascinating. Well all of those variations are quite stupid if you ask me.

Primrose: Thanks

Wilfrid: What? Primrose is a beautiful name. And I think it perfectly encapsulates you.

Primrose: You flatter me Will

Wilfrid: My name is Wilfrid. Don’t know why you insist on shortening it.

Primrose: Alright. Sorry. Wilfrid it is.

Wilfrid: You’re surprisingly cheerful, considering the world will be gone in about an hour.

Primrose: What can I say I’m an optimist.

Wilfrid: Optimist, I’d say more delusional.

Primrose: You never answered my question

Wilfrid: What question

Primrose: Why did you come here?

Wilfrid: Primrose do I really need to spell it out for you. You know why

Primrose: I know I know, I just wanted to hear you say it

Wilfrid: Alright. I came here because you were the happiest part of my life. And this is where I
first realized I loved you. On this bench. Watching a bunch of old people with their stupid
yorkies.
Primrose: says sarcastically You’ve gotten soft Wilfrid.

Wilfrid: Sure, soft.

Primrose: Well I appreciate it.

Wilfrid: Now you’re turn

Primrose: What do you mean my turn?

Wilfrid: Well it’s only fair that you answer the question too.

Primrose: Well, I just wanted to see you one more time before the whole world turns into a gas
bomb.

Wilfrid: You wanted to see me? I thought you grew a distaste for me.

Primrose: You didn’t really… Did you?

Wilfrid: I-

Primrose: Unfortunately I don't. I could never feel that way about you. Even after what you did.

Wilfrid: I know.

Primrose: What happened to us? What happened to you?

Wilfrid: What always happens.

Primrose: And that is.

Wilfrid: You knew too little, I knew too much

Primrose: How kind of you.

Wilfrid: No I don’t mean to call you stupid. It’s just. I carry weight with me. A weight that
literally nobody carries. I’ve seen almost everything. The tragedies and horrors and successes
that people constantly talk about I’ve seen. It just means that I’m cautious. I’m worried about
what I tell people. Because it becomes too much for some. It became too much for you.
Primrose: Right, I forget that you’re like a walking robot sometimes.

Wilfrid: I am not

Primrose: I mean you basically are, you’re gonna outlive humanity. Only a robot could do that.

Wilfrid: I see what you mean

Primrose: You even talk like one.

Wilfrid: I do not.

Primrose: Yes you do. You never really did know how to express yourself. I guess you have
infinite time to figure it out.

Wilfrid: Primrose I don’t think this is something we should be discussing in your last moments.

Primrose: sarcasm Rock on

Wilfrid: I still don’t really know what that means.

Primrose: It’s not really important right now.

Wilfrid: You’re right. You always are.

Primrose: What are you gonna do when you’re all alone.

Wilfrid: Pardon

Primrose: You know, when everyone on the planet will be gone, you’ll survive. But you’ll be
alone. What are you going to do, what are you going to eat?

Wilfrid: I don’t really know yet. And luckily there are many ways to skin a cat.

Primrose: That sounds awful.

Wilfrid: Well I guess there’s plenty I could do. I could go on an archeological expedition, or I
could read the American Constitution in my own hands, maybe I'll destroy some property as per
your suggestion.
Primrose: That sounds like a good time.

Wilfrid: Well it is actually unlikely that I will do those things

Primrose: Why not?

Wilfrid: Because what would be the point of it all.

Primrose. Will.

Wilfrid: Yes?

Primrose: I don’t want to die.

Wilfrid: Unfortunately that’s not really a choice you have.

Primrose: There are so many things left to do for me. And I’ll never be able to do them.

Wilfrid: Well look at it this way…

Primrose: Only you’d somehow find the brightside in dying.

Wilfrid: Look at it this way. Everyone on the planet will be forgotten, because no one will be
alive to remember them. But you, Primrose will live in my mind forever. Your spirit will never
truly go away. You have myself to keep you alive.

Primrose: I guess so.

Wilfrid: Only your body will die.

Primrose: You’re quite the ray of sunshine.

Wilfrid: I want to die, Primrose.

Primrose: I know. But you can’t.

Wilfrid: This would’ve been a lot easier if we were in opposite positions. You’d get to live
forever and do everything you’ve ever wanted to do, and I’d get to die finally.
Primrose: Maybe it would’ve been easier, but I think we’d just think like each other. Because
you have unlimited time, you’ve already done everything you can think of. You’ve lived your
fullest life, but you can’t stop it. Whereas I don’t want to die because of my limited time, which I
guess was more limited than I thought.

Wilfrid: I guess that would be the case.

Primrose: How did you figure out you were immortal?

Wilfrid: Well when I stopped aging, that was definitely a sign of something very wrong. And
then I discovered that my cells were incapable of dying.

Primrose: Like Deadpool

Wilfrid: Who?

Primrose: Ryan Reynolds in a red spandex suit. We saw it together, remember? You kept saying
how vulgar the movie was.

Wilfrid: That is who you’re comparing me to?

Primrose: Hey you both never die, pretty rare thing to have in common you know. What time is
it?

Wilfrid: 1:02

Primrose: 15 minutes left. I memorized the time when they announced it a year ago. 1:17 PM on
November the 29th of next year. Pretty specific time. For the world to end. I’d always think it
would be like 6:00pm. Everyone goes home after work. Gotta make the end of the world
convenient. I guess it never really would’ve been convenient.

Wilfrid: It’s not exactly a convenient event to be happening.

Primrose: No it’s not. Can you do something for me?

Wilfrid: Of course.

Primrose: I wrote this letter, and I just want you to read it out loud every once in a while just so
it’s almost as if I still exist.
Wilfrid: Alright.

Primrose: And you’ve got to read it in my inflection.

Wilfrid: Alright. Primrose?

Primrose: What?

Wilfrid: I just want to tell you that you’re one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever met.

Primrose: Thank you I think. That’s a lot coming from you.

Wilfrid: Well I’d assume so.

Primrose: Well I guess I’ll go now. There’s no reason for me to stay, and frankly I’d be kind of
embarrassed if you saw me dropped dead. I’m not exactly in the most optimal outfit for that.

Wilfrid: Well alright.

Primrose: Good-bye Wilfrid.

Wilfrid: Now you may think that I ran after her after this moment, telling her how much I loved
her and so on. Like in a romantic comedy. But I didn’t. I watched her leave. My eyes follow her
as she slowly leaves my sight. My eyes follow her as she slowly becomes less of a person, and
starts becoming a memory. As promised, at around 1:25. When the air was filled with black
smoke, the cities and suburbs became increasingly silent. I pulled out the letter she gave me. It
was much longer than I expected. But I was the only one alive. I was the only one who could
keep her alive. And I don’t give it too much thought. I just started reading. “ Hello world! Well if
Wilfrid is reading this, that means I’m probably dead, how fun. Where do I even begin? I never
imagined that this is how my life would end. Or that this is how everyone's life would end all at
once. It’s kind of beautiful in a way. That we all said goodbye together. We all prepared to leave
together. Well I guess except for you Wilfrid. I can’t tell if you’re the lucky one, or if you were
the one left behind. I guess that’s for you to decide now. And because you’re alive can you learn
how young people talk. It’s not like there’s gonna be ever changing slang for you to learn
anymore so it’s only fair that you catch up. ‘The bullshit gotta end this is my story sis’. Work on
translating that. Should keep you busy for at least a couple months. Years if I’m being honest. Or
write a book about me or something that will give you something to do. Anyway, I just hope you
find something to do. I’ll never understand what type of loneliness you’re feeling, but hopefully
you find comfort in your solitude. Maybe not right away. But eventually. Yours forever,
Primrose.” She’s mine forever