Just something that has been on my mind.
It was on that day, everything stopped before the weary man's eyes. The world did not spin and time did not flow. Fire unfurled before his tired gaze, rolling towards him slowly. He was not alone. His solace was found in her hand, twined with his. So it all came to an end, their shadows burned into the ground. Their eternal legacy, forever bound hand in hand. A smile crossed his weathered lips as he turned to dust. Just being beside her was enough. It was all he needed.
He always put the bottle in his mouth, then the barrel. It never made a sound, and he always pushed on. Every day was the same, happiness faked to find a face that others accepted. Then she came into his life. Hand in hand, they pushed on through the barren wasteland called life. Until the night they both put the trigger in their mouth. Hand in hand, they embraced the endless sleep to start anew with each other.
