To come to an end and begin anew.
They were sitting on the couch, embracing each other in the cold apartment. Their favorite television show flashed on the screen. All around them, everything seemed content, seemingly ignoring the world swallowing itself in war outside the nations borders. They both laughed at a part that they deemed funny, and pressed more into eachother, before sharing a kiss. Not just a kiss, but a kiss of love, true and untainted. They looked at eachother for a long time, and just smiled, before htey shared the two words we all know.
"I love you." They just smiled at each other and shared in each other's heat. And then the screen flashed, and turned to fuzz and static, and then flashed again, this time to the Newsman, who looked as though he had just woken up, his suit still wrinkled, and his hair tossled. The lovers looked at eachother in confusion as they saw the channel for the Emergency Broadcast System in the corner of the screen. they listened attentively as the man began to speak.
"Viewers, this may be the last time I address you. I-It seems as though the war in Asia has reached the point of... Of no return. At Twelve-thirty AM, the Pentagon has detected a confirmed Nuclear launch by Pyongyang and Bejing. The west coast has roughly eight minutes until Nuclear strike, and the East coast twenty minutes. I-I... Oh god..." The News anchor broke down and began to blubber and rant through a river of tears about his family and other things, and the Lovers flicked off the Television, and merely stared straight ahead. For several minutes only the sound of the quickly unfolding chaos outside kept them company, until the looked at eachother with frightened faces, and embraced, and cried into each others shoulder.
After a while, one of the lovers loked at their watch. Twelve-Forty. Ten minutes left. QUickly, the lovers made their way to the door, and then to the stairwell to the roof. When they made it up onto the roof, shrouded in a blanket, they saw that others in their building had the same idea. The Gay couple down the hall. The newlyweds from the floor below them. The retiree's from the ground floor. The Lovers picked a spot, and sat down, bringing each other into an embrace, silently vowing to never let the other go. They silently made love under the blanket, on the roof, listening to the caucophany of noises in the streets. Looting, killing, raping, sex, sirens, gunshots. The sounds of the impending apocalypse. And in their last minutes of solace, the Lovers held one another close, and threw off the blanket as the time approached. Twelve-fifty. They both swallowed hard as they stared out over the skyline, looking in vain for the burst of light that would signal the end of their still-young lives. And then, as if appearing out of nowhere, a fireball appeared from hte darkness, swallowing all, and in an instant, paint was boiled from concrete, metal was turned to vapor, water merely disappeared, ans the Lovers merely disappeared in twin bursts of ash, leaving only shadows of Carbon in their wake, and soon, as the shockwave struck, even those ceased to exist.
Nearly two-hundred years after the death of hte Lovers, in the very ruins in which they died, people scour the wreckage for something. What, none of them know, maybe something to trade for their next meal. And then, one of them stoops down, as if to grab somethng out of the rubble. They ick up a shattered picture frame, and, knocking away the glass, they slide from it a reatively intact picture. As the scavenger looks at the picture in their hands, a tear drops from their eye as they look over the two people in the picture, quite obviously in love. And as the Scavenger shoves the picture in their pocket, and moves off to look for the next relic from the old world, the Lovers in death, would have smiled to know that they would change the world, starting with a mere individual.