The End

A young girl and boy stand silently in the middle of an empty graveyard, the rain sprinkling softly as the boy nervously gets on one knee.
If you didn't look closely you'd mistake them for two young lovers blinded by fantasies, but these two were bound by something much stronger than childhood fantasies. Deeply hidden you can faintly see the lingering pain behind their eyes, that they tried so desperately to hide. You see this pain is what held them together. Together I had met them many times; too much for such a young age.
By now you are probably wondering who I am or maybe you don't care about me and wonder who they are. You may just want another romance novel or some gripping story to give you pleasure, but this isn't any of those. This is my story as much as its theirs. I have many names. You may recognize me by the title of death or love, but I'm more then that; I'm simply the end, or the great finale. I'm the greatest being of this creation. I'm the one who nobody thinks they want to meet. But I am definitely necessary because without me where would you be today? The end is simply another word for the beginning. I give you life and when the time comes I take it back because not everything is eternal. These two, now they have a story of their own. This story is the story of humankind and me.