As we stand here, side by side, watching the world that we fought so hard for crumbling beneath our feet, you take my hand and look at me with your stunning blue eyes, still sparkling and burning bright, and you say to me, "Let's dance."

I smile and say, "Of course."

And as we waltz across the scorched earth, I am taken back to a night when the sky was still peaceful and dark, back before the stars turned to dust, when you first danced with me.  You twirled me around and I'd fallen, only to be caught in your strong arms.  Blushing, I'd quietly said I never was a dancer, and you stood me up and twirled me again and told me you didn't care and laughed, "If I ever live to the end of the world, I'd want to leave it dancing with you."

Now, somehow, despite that I'm starting to choke on dust and I can see the fires raging ever closer, I'm okay.  It's frightening to watch death creep closer, and kind of sad to know that this whole world is nearing its end.

The dust is settling quick and thick now, and the orange flames still racing for us.  You pull me close and hold me tight, as I bury my face in your shoulder and take in your smell, still swaying back and forth to some unheard tune, and I suddenly feel tears in my eyes.  As I start to drip those tears on your shoulder, you tilt my chin up and I see you're crying too, but with a smile on your face and love in your eyes.

And as we both gaze out in silent astonishment and disbelief at our fast-approaching death with dreary, tired, slightly teary eyes, my last thought is that I'm glad my life will end with you, that our heartbeats will stop at the same time and our souls will forever dance among the stardust of this shattered world, together.