The Lone Man on The Moon

ru:Одинокий человек на луне
The World folded. Nothing was right. All around the world leaders disappeared. Those who were left began to panic calling it the end. The last of the leaders assured them that it wasn't but were paid no heed.
Alone. He is alone. The only one. He is UNIQUE. What is so special about him? He doesn't know. He does know that those people below need his help. But he left them for a reason. He feels torn.
What can he do?
He looks at his phone. A message. From an old friend. They miss him. Two questions arrive in the mind of this man. 1: How is he getting cell service on the moon? And 2: Did he make the right choice?
Maybe he did. But the pull is too strong. That place below is his home. He cannot leave it in a time of need. He must return. 
And so he does. He comes back to that small place. Will he be welcomed?
Now he is back. The world is restored. But those whom he called friends have departed. Little remains of the world he left. The people still treat him with kindness and a friendly attitude, but he longs for the olden days. He is flustered, confused. Where does he turn when all his outlets have faded into dust. He returns to his notebook. He hits out ideas. A final story. A summary. His legacy. His words.
Finally he can rest.
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