I was walking home on Tenth Street at the end of the world. The businesses were all closed anyway, there was no one awake in any of the houses. I never would have noticed the stars, I was busy watching the sidewalk, trying to keep my footing. It was late and I was tired and, as always, one too deep in the whiskey well that night.
I stopped myself in time to avoid running into the girl standing, staring into the sky, she didn’t notice me at first, so I said, “hi.”
She looked at me and her face was shimmering, and for just a moment I couldn’t look away. When I saw the fear in her eyes I looked into the sky, and that’s when I saw that every star was falling, flying in different directions, streaking in a fireworks show fit for the gods.
She asked me what was happening. I looked back at her beautiful face, the light of the falling stars making it glow like nothing I have ever seen. “It’s the end of the world,” I shrugged.
She let a smile touch her face, and only for a moment the fear was gone, but she knew I was right, and she looked back at the sky. For last few minutes of forever, we watched the stars fall, the buildings crumble, turning into a desert we knew would be swallowed by the sea.
I took her hand as we stood there in the emptiness, waiting together until the end of time.