#WritcoStoryPrompt75

He fell for her, the moment he saw her, at the end of the world. Even as the skies caved in and shrapnel dug into the clay of his skin, the did not feel the pain, because she was there. Fire ate at his intestines, but he couldn’t have cared less, for there was the girl, there, near him. As the entire world burned in agony of flame and metal, he was calm, somewhere in the corner of his mind, because there she was, lying on the ground, ash staining her cheeks, her blue eyes wide, wide open towards a sky that fell on both of them. His last blurred thought as the world ended was of her, of the hair that lay just so, of the blood that spotted her forehead, of the eyes that stared into nothingness.
And so they died, together. Theirs was an irrational love, fated to be poisoned. But when the radiation found their bodies and began to chew through their tissue, his fallen head was laid at the base of his arm, the fingers outstretched towards hers, almost, almost touching.
They never met in life. Perhaps they did in death.
© C.S.G.