Last Love (The Affair at the End of the World)

In a dim-lit room, elevated from reality at the end of the world, they share their unplanned love. Rays of blue and purple stream in through the windows onto their naked, intertwining bodies and the music from the falling heavens screams a whispered melody into their souls. They touch and hold close, exploring the uncharted terrain of one another and feeling the heat and the emptiness of themselves. As they kiss they feel the electricity within them create a storm in the collapsing skies above unlike any that have ever been seen. Their inner beings swell with meaning and lust and here in the darkness of the end everything feels so significant. Love is their drug, their escape from the breaking of the ages.

Slow and unsure, they dance in their sex beautifully while the celestial faces of higher powers beam down onto the ruined earth, proud of their great and ruthless destruction. The happy and merciless demigods pour down acid rain and plague the world with monsters with horns and wings and claws and they laugh while the tiny little humans run and cry as their world slowly fades into the nether places of oblivion. This is their great game, their pointless passtime to keep away their cosmic boredom.

But the lovers are free, for they will die. In their deaths, their love will last forever. In their deaths, they will never be harmed again. For they are cherished. For they are doomed. For they are free. It is over and their trials have come to an end. Forevermore, they will have peace in this perfect moment.