The sinking sun had turned the sky into an orange and pink backdrop of flame. Its rippling light, distorted by the heavy air gave the sense it was already under water, shining its last fading rays up through the ocean.
“I was thinking about that being the last sunset,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Nice,” she chuckled. “I’m pleased our alone time reminds you of the end of the world.”
A short breath of amusement slipped from my nose before I drew her closer and pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Not the end of the world,” I replied softly. “Just my last sunset.”
“Well that’s much better.”
I laughed. After a few seconds, she turned her face up to mine. “What would you do if you knew that is the…
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