Seasons of the Mist

Finale

     The front door opened and out came Robin, hit hard by the poisonous air. There was no turning back now.  He could feel a burning sensation inside him.  It had already begun.  Abigail, beginning to cry, watched as he trudged to the middle of the lawn between them.  He looked at her and smiled and waved with extreme pain evident in his face.  She couldn't bear to watch as he died out here.  Her childhood friend was going to be no more after this, and she didn't know what she would do.  

     Her door opened and out she stepped also recoiling from the poisonous air as it engulfed her.  She slowly walked over to him and stood in front of him.  

     "Is this what you wanted?" she said, with tears running down her cheeks, aware of what she had just done. Her voice was beautiful and melodic.  It was soothing to Robin's ears.  He realized this was the first time he'd actually heard it.  

     "This or nothing," he replied and smiled.  She looked even more beautiful close up, her soft turquoise colored eyes looking deep into his sharp black eyes.  Robin had been outside for two minutes.  That left him with three minutes to be with her.  They embraced each other for the first time, experiencing what it felt like to hold another they truly and deeply loved.   When their lips touched, it was as if Heaven itself parted.  Her lips were soft, warm and loving.  They held their kiss for a long time, until Robin became too weak to stand up, the veins in his legs dissolving, going through an invisible hypothermic reaction. 

     "Let's go to the hill before we can't walk anymore..." he said painfully.  It was a slow and difficult climb to the top of the steep hill, both determined to make it and see the rest of the World.  He slumped against the tree at the top, and she fell into his arms with the same effects beginning to occur within her.  It was beautiful up there.  They could see for miles.  There were no other houses in sight from their direction, but a beautiful meadow lay in their view, complete with trees and an odd blue horizon at the end which they resolved was the ocean.  

     "Think it was worth it, Abby?"  Robin asked painfully through gasps.  

     "Yes... it's beautiful," she cried, crimson red beginning to sail her cheeks.  "I want you to know that I'll always love you, no matter what."  

     "I'll always love you too," he replied. Time slowly passed by as they watched the grass ripple in the absent wind. 

     Finally, Abigail broke the silence and said, "Robin?  Robin?"  She looked up at him.  Oh, she thought.  He's just resting... "Good night, Robin," whispered Abigail.  She followed him soon after, slowly closing her eyes and taking on a nice peaceful sleep with Robin,

her Robin.