The night was dark.
As the final stars streaked through the infinite blackness of the world, he stepped outside. The desolate landscape seemed to close in around him, the silent destruction raging in the far distance.
She stepped out next to him, and they stood in a non-vocal conversation, basking in the final moments.
She reached for his hand, and for the first time since she had stepped outside, he gazed into her eyes, into the reflection of the dark sky and the bursting stars.
He grasped her hand, as the last lights shone in her eyes. There was one final moment of silence as they smiled, content.
The light is gone now, replaced by the darkness and the dust of what used to be.
All is dust.
