When We Are Reclaimed

Slow-dancing to jazz, they waltz down the street, framed by an orange sky.
 
It’s the end of the world; the cries of deep voices mix indiscriminately with shrill ones, reverberating endlessly down the road. Dark figures, veiled in the unknown of shadow, watch from buildings far back as the lovers dance across the asphalt. The sight of the two bodies, holding each other, is the onlookers’ last; it’s the end of the world.
 
Millions die meaningless deaths in one singular moment. Billions feel pain beyond description. Every living thing vanishes. Evaporates.
 
But the couple smiles, looking into each other’s eyes and seeing the final fires of their love reflected back.


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