An elderly gentlemen and his wife sit together on their front porch at 7:58pm. The early Spring night blossoms the buds of their memories of when they first met. After sixty-three years together, the couple is now a single entity; their thoughts, lives, memories, families, possessions … they are all one. However, as spring traditionally brings life to the setting, this would be the last sky to move from blue, to orange, to red, to black. Everything must face complete darkness. The silence of it is torturous, yet soothing once accepted. The couple held hands and gazed into the endless night sky. Their decrepit bodies, worn from enduring the persistent suffering presented of distant daze. Although their senses had weakened with age, their love for each other remained as fresh as that early spring night. Although physically failing, it was as if their love would remain regardless of the time, place, or status of their surroundings. The man looked into the woman’s old, fading, green eyes one last time. He grazed his right hand over her open, loving hand, and sealed them together as he did so many times in the past. His left hand gently touched her cheek and slowly fell limp, eliciting a downpour of droplets seemingly gushing from every direction. So many beautiful memories flooded his mind that he could not choose a single bead to reminisce. Each drop splashed into a formed puddle just on the periphery, slowly moving away to nothingness. He closed his eyes one last time, lovingly accepting. The woman held the man’s hand and realized his eyes had closed for several seconds. Connected to him, a tear slowly fell from her eye; one last drop to fall and absorb back into her forever.
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