[ WP ] The four last people on earth decide to commit suicide one by one . The last man decides he can not bring himself to end his own life . Describe the remainder of his life .

`` It is better to die than live like this. Jump with me'' said the last woman, her blue eyes glistening with tears. She clung to Eric, he placed his hand on her head and stroked her red hair. She stepped away and placed a final, gentle kiss upon his forehead. 
 
 `` No, it can not be. I refuse to believe it.'' 
 
 `` Goodbye Eric''. 
 
 With a woeful smile she stepped to the cliff's edge and closed her eyes. Crashing waves called faintly from below. 
 
 `` Goodbye.'' 
 
 She disappeared from the clifftop, hair dancing behind her like a roaring flame, flickering and snapping until she passed out of vision, extinguished. A white shape upon the surface of a grey sea. 
 
 The wind whipped Eric's clothes and pushed him gently towards the edge. He watched her shape fade among the waves. Eric took a step towards the edge. Then another. He stopped. Swallowed. Looked at the ocean again, she was gone. Tears trickled down cheeks, dripped off his chin, were carried away by the wind. His toes curled around the cliff's edge. Eric closed his eyes. Brilliant white pierced his eyelids. Thunder followed, roaring from the heavens. The cliff shook and Eric fell. 
 
 Icy water froze the air in his lungs. He gasped for breath. The cold tore into his body and wrapped itself around his muscles. Eric could not see the surface, could not tell if he was swimming towards it. He thrashed forwards. His pulse thumped in his ears. Each movement became sluggish. Water stung his eyes. Erupting from the sea he gasped, choking on the air. He surged forwards, pushed above the waves, a force driving him upwards. Turning, he saw the blue eye of a gnarled old whale gazing into his. He lay upon the whale's head, exhausted, and fell into a murky sleep. 
 
 Eric awoke to the sun shining upon his face. A crow hovered overhead. Coughing, he sat up in the sand and turned his gaze out to sea. The whale was gone. Eric's throat was dry and his stomach grumbled, he staggered to his feet and loped away into the forest. 
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 Eric clutched his walking stick, shuffling onto the beach. The wind tugged at his grey beard and tousled the feathers of a crow that sat upon his shoulder. The crow squawked twice and took flight, circling above. The earthy red light of sunset had fallen upon the beach. It danced upon breakers and clambered up cliffs. Now old and tired, Eric watched the sunset. A whale breached on the horizon.
