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One rises, the other falls.

front row view of the smoke flooding the skyline. Their lives, gone before they could
One leads, the other follows. live it, and they knew this. They knew it was pointless, inane, futile, but yet-

Warmth engulfed the darkness around them as they continued. Again: BANG!

But… Nothing is forever. “Sabrina.” He pulled her close.

“Love-” With no proximity left between the two, she panicked, and he forced himself to
breathe, to say something, anything, indefinitely knowing there was nothing left he
A half-parted pair of lips, a helplessly eager gaze, a steady rhythmic breath, a could do except…
benign yet firm grip, a sublime memoir, a long-awaited pinnacle, their hearts, ripe
with bliss, a fondness of which they would never want to let go of, it was everything Well,
they’d ever wished for, ticking down to the very last second, until alas-

“Sabrina... Sabrina, marry me.”
A distant: Bang.

Stumbling in place, she stared, allowing a precarious instant to settle in.
Instead of starry fireworks, heat, radiation, and mechanical force erupted in a
thunderous explosion of atomic energy. “S-Sorry, I-”

The quaint town seemed distant around them, being left with the blaring sirens “Yes.” She blurted, repeating herself. “Y-Yes, Alastair. Yes.”
alerting the living of the dead, yet were drowned out beneath the cries of those
around them, all running, to no avail, to nothing but the end. “Sabrina...”

“Wait-” She baulked, afraid. A clear stream ran down her cheek.

“Love-” Barely audible, he whispered, unsure of what to do. “I. Will never leave you. Not in life, not in death, not in the face of fear, and shall
our paths ever cross again, I would be delighted to spend this evening with you
Frantically, her eyes darted back to his, before- forevermore, no matter the circumstance.”

Another: Bang! 1 second. That was all it took, for him to render her response, for her to bury the last
of her heart into his embrace, for them to let go of their fears.
Closer, they were getting closer.

And finally.
“Alastair-” She couldn’t bear to watch each strike flash by, yet she couldn’t look
away, she wanted to run. As the indicator of the parking metre ticked down to 0, as a blazing hue of orange

reflected off the windows of his Silver Wraith Rolls-Royce, as the sirens rang free
But there was no point in running, and he knew this. across the Pennines, finally, a brisk goodbye swept past the pair’s final waltz, and
alas…
An intransigent sense of melancholy flooded their vision. They had no choice, for
they had nowhere to run, yet they were the only ones left atop the balcony, with a There was nothing left.

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