Last Song – Claire Kent

Every evening I tell him I’ll let him know in the morning. Each morning, I’m even further from wanting him gone. His wound continues to heal cleanly and without infection. Eventually there’s nothing left visible of the gunshot but a thick scab. We have sex nearly every day, and not once does Micah ask questions or imply that there’s anything more serious between us than recreational physical release.

So the relationship remains safe for me. I keep telling myself that I can end it anytime, and it won’t affect the safety or contentment of my solitary life. But even as I remind myself of these facts, I can’t help but admit I’m enjoying Micah’s companionship as much as I’m enjoying the sex.

I like hanging out with him. I like going through our normal chores and outings together. I like having someone at my back and by my side. Molly has been enough for the past year—so much so that I haven’t felt any lack. But with Micah around, I can tell the difference. It’s undeniable. I like not being alone. Occasionally I try to imagine how I’ll feel after Micah moves on.

He will. Of course. He’s got a full life that has nothing to do with me. Friends. A community. He’s retreated temporarily because of his lingering grief over his sister, but it’s not going to last forever. Not for a man as naturally warm and social as him. He’s not like me. Sometimes the thought of being alone again scares me so much I’m tempted to go ahead and lower the boom simply to get it over with.

But it’s going to be hard no matter when it happens. I might as well have a little bit longer with him. Those are the thoughts in my mind on a Friday morning six weeks after he showed up wounded on my doorstep. We got up early to hunt for an hour in the hopes of replenishing our supply of meat. We move together easily.

Instinctively. Both of us know what we’re doing and are acutely aware of the other’s position and intentions. We hunt well together. Molly knows and loves Micah now. The dog has adopted him into her very small pack.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. No generative artificial intelligence (AI) was used in the writing, editing, or production of this book.

The author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text, including without limitation technologies that are capable of generating works in the same style or genre. The author reserves all rights to license use of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models. Copyright © 2026 by Claire Kent. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.

OceanofPDF.com ABOUT LOST SONG I was nineteen when the world fell apart with news of an impending planet- altering disaster. To make the most of the time we had left, my high school boyfriend and I ran away to elope. We moved to a camper deep in the woods to escape the chaotic panic and violent struggle for food and supplies.

We learned to survive on our own. Three years later and he’s long gone. But I’m still here. Living alone. Avoiding other survivors because no one can be trusted anymore. Then an injured man drops at my feet, and I make the impulsive decision to help him. I’ll tend to his wounds and wait for him to heal, but that’s all I can offer. He’s got his own demons–everyone who’s made it this long does–and I won’t let him drag me into danger.

I’ve done fine on my own. I can’t risk everything that’s kept me safe for him. Lost Song is a post-apocalyptic romance set in the near future after a global catastrophe and includes some violent content and (secondary) character death. OceanofPDF.com 1 My marriage lasted eleven months, fourteen days, and six hours.

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