I met you in a side street meshed in silence, halfway between my home and yours. Just as I set out to find you in the heart of the doomed city, you did the same, heading for my place. It is amazing how we always are on the same wavelength, guessing each other's thoughts and actions.
Or maybe it is nothing out of the ordinary. It is normal that we want to spend the last hours of our lives together.
"Hey," you greet me as I put my arms around you. "You seem tired. Didn't get much rest, I suppose?"
"I couldn't sleep for days." Not with all the noise, shouting, chanting in the street. Not with the knowledge that these would be the Earth's last hours. That night, I stood at the window, meditating on the transitory nature of human endeavour while trying to discern the faint red glow of the sky caused by the intensifying cosmic radiation. With no electricity, the city was resting in darkness, but the intense glow of stars gave it an ethereal atmosphere. There were much more stars in the sky t