"You are my sunshine,"
I can feel his body pressed close against mine.
"My only sunshine,"
I can feel his hot breath against my ear.
"You make me happy,"
Our shoes tap hollowly on the marble dance floor.
"When skies are grey,"
Wet tears are splashing on my cheek. I can't tell who's they are.
"You'll never know dear,"
My breath is rattling in my chest, but his is calm and even.
"How much I love you,"
I press my face in to his chest and sob.
"It's okay. It'll be alright." He strokes my hair and pulls me tight against his chest.
"It'll be alright."
I pull my face away to look out the window behind him. There is a flash, followed by a shaking in the earth. A green mushroom of devastation blooms against orange mountains.
All I can manage is a single noise of distress, trying to alert him of the danger from behind, but it's useless. We cannot run. We cannot hide. We can only die.
The blast rips the building to pieces, shredding it like so much tissue paper. In my last moments, I grow blind, but my flesh still feels, crying out in acute agony as the light washes over us.
The blast eventually ends, the shaking ceases. The dust settles, bringing with it a deathly silence, disturbed by no thing, living or dead.
The building is gone, ripped to pieces by the blast. And on the floor, seared irrevocably, dance dying, gray ghosts.
