She sat with her cat in front of two planets. Two colliding planets.

Sure, it was pretty and all, but the girl knew and acknowledged what most people don’t care about: the life on those planets were dying. The people on her planet could help, yeah, but they didn’t. They didn’t care. They never did when something like this happened. They could have helped evacuate the planets and save thousands, maybe even millions, of people from those buildings. The girl didn’t understand why they couldn’t help. She could only hug her cat close when the planets finally started to touch and destroy each other.

Yet, on the other side of town, was a boy watching the planets. He didn't think of the people on the planets. He only thought about the planets like they themselves were people. He had seen many collisions in his life so at this point he didn’t really mind them crashing. He liked to think of the planets kissing as if they were in love and couldn’t help staying away from each other any longer then they already had.