This is a short story I wrote one evening, and I got the inspiration from it from the ending of When the Day Met the Night by Panic at the Disco. While I was writing this, thats what I was listening to on repeat, and while it's a great song, when you cant get the songs exactly how they should so you end up listening to it like 20 times in a row, it gets annoying XD. BUT to get the full effect of this peice, I would most certainly recommend reading it while listening to that song. You can maybe find it on youtube, but most certainly on friendsorenemies dot com. If that doesn't work and you don't have the song, let me know and I'll find a like for you (if you want).

So, I'm glad that you're reading this and giving it a try, and I hope that you enjoy it! Kindly read it and review it. Thank you!

The two were walking through the park. They were exact opposites, one frail, pale, and very petite. The other was very tan, and of big build. She wore bright clothes on this Sunday.

She had sparkling blue eyes that were always bright with excitement and pale lips. Her skin seemed like paper, though she had a tiny bit more color than that.

Her white church dress flowed out at the waist to her ankles. It was made of cotton and had a layer of eyelet lace on top. Her top was of similar fashion, with a heart top, with a type of neckline some would consider too low for a church dress. The sleeves covered her shoulders, but flared out so with the wind blew her shoulders were bare. She also wore white cloth gloves that were embroidered at the end and stopped just after her wrist. It was a sun dress, and so very appropriate, for the sun always seemed to be following her.

In her hand, she held a white sun umbrella, to perhaps try and prevent her pale complexion from burning. It was too thin however to do any real protection for her.

In her other gloved hand held that of a man.

He wore a black suit, buttoned up. His hair was dark and slick, like the night sky. His black shoes reflected back at everyone, giving the impression that they were white if looked at from the right angle. His skin was an incredible dark, though he did not look like he wasn’t Caucasian, for he was. He simply had dark skin and hair. His eyes were a pitch black, but they didn’t seem unwelcoming. They were warm, at least when they were looking at the girl.

They continued walking through the park, passing all the people around. There were children on bikes, and other couples walking by, enjoying the sun despite the war.

Across the line of trees that ran parallel to the pathway, way across the empty grassy field where children played soccer, across the street that ran next to the park, women were hanging their linens to dry. Every penny counted with the war, and they couldn’t waste it on electricity to dry clothes.

Suddenly, sirens wailed. Slow, painful moans escaped the microphones that ran at every corner of every street. People began running, began screaming. Children began crying. Babies could be heard screaming. The fear was palpable to everyone except the white and black couple.

They continued walking along the summer road, ignoring the wailing alarm going on and on, ignoring the people running around. The girl was even shoved once, but she never stopped holding her white umbrella and the man’s hand. Their pace never differed, their smiles never faltered. If anything, they only seemed to grow with the excruciating pain that everyone was in mentally.

When they were the only two people in the park, the only two outside, someone saw them walking in the park.

“Get down!” She screamed. She opened her door, carefully glanced at the sky, then tried again. “Get in! Get down! Get out of there!”

The couple acted as if they couldn’t even hear her. The woman in her sundress continued walking down the path and the man continued to smile. The sirens wailed and the children screamed, but they were in their own little world.

Suddenly, you could seem something falling from the sky. All the world seemed to hold it’s breath as the silent bomb hit the ground. Suddenly, before any sound could be made, there was an incredible bright light, rushing through everything in its path.

You could hear people screaming, children’s and adults’ voices blending into each other. All you could see was a bright light and the screaming voices of those around you.

After an endless amount of seconds, the light finally faded, and you could see that where that light had been, everything was destroyed. Except for the petite woman and the big man.

Everything was destroyed. The world was completely silent, not even a whimpering child could be heard.

The pathway that the couple had been walking on had been destroyed. The trees that lined it were charred a nasty black and would never recover. The soccer field had a few small fired burning, and was just a black rectangle. There was a single bump in the middle where the soccer ball must have been left. The houses were all destroyed, all except the foundation, and the linens that had been left out to dry were turned into dust.

All except for the couple. The wind still blew pleasantly for them, their clothes just as white or black as they had been previously, and the sun still seemed to shine from the lady and the man still seemed to be reflecting it. For the couple, nothing had changed.

However, they seemed to barely be able to contain laughter. They seemed like they wanted to laugh about it all. After everything that had just happened, they wanted to laugh.

After a few minutes with the only sounds being the soft crunch of their footsteps on the ruined path, you could hear the snickers coming from the lady as she was the one to break first. The man followed shortly after that, and before long they had let go of each others hands to cover their mouths. Even when laughing hysterically, they were polite and follow all rules of etiquette.

Slowly, after a long time of the couple standing in the pathway laughing, the lady was able to speak. In a soft, delicate voice, she said to the man, “Don’t you just love it when they die?”

So I know that last line was probably slightly disturbing (or it made you laugh hysterically like my friend Panic XD).

But please let me know what you thought of it! If you want a clearer picture of the lady's dress, let me know and I'll post a link on my profile for you (it's something that I found that was fairly close to what I had pictured in my mind). And your true opinion is appreciated, because I need to grow, and I'm sorry but my english class doesn't help with that.

So, if you'll be wonderful, if you could review this, I'd love it. Hopefully you'll enjoy it enough that you'll check out my other works!

Thanks again for reading this and giving it a chance,

-Lizza (my wonderful penname)