In This Twilight

We had failed. This was the end.

We stood upon a hill that overlooked what used to be Seattle. The twilight illuminated the crumbling, rusty buildings that once stood tall. It was a beautiful evening.

I took a deep breath and reached for Thomas's hand. I felt his fingers entwine with mine. I looked at him then. Really looked at him. I took in his caramel eyes, dark hair, and even the frayed red jacket he always wore. I memorized his face: his high cheekbones, strong jaw, then his heavenly lips.

I felt like I should speak to him, but I couldn't find any words. There was nothing to share with him anymore. He already had my love, my secrets, and my body. There was nothing words would achieve, so I pulled him close and kissed him deeply, one last time. I had kissed him a thousand times before, but it was different this time. It was mournful and sorrowful. It was goodbye.

I pulled away from him, and found that I was crying. Gently, he wiped the tears from my face. Before I started to cry again, I looked back at the city. The sun was crawling across the sky a final time. My heart shattered. I wondered if it pitied us. I wondered if the sun felt humanity was its friend. It had watched us build our world, then it watched us set it on fire.

  The blazing sun passed the Space Needle. It was almost over. The fighting, surviving, the foolish dream Thomas and I shared about saving the world. Everything was almost over. I grabbed Thomas's hand and laid my head on his shoulder. Together we stood and watched as the sun disappeared and the Earth fell into ruin.