[ WP ] You are tasked with conducting the funeral of the human race .

Cars stood still, mostly dismantled, parts strewn across the cracked streets. Trash was strewn across the streets randomly, and the only sound was the soft thud of your feet as you walked towards me. The embers of the park still burned quietly down the hill, and as you crested the rise, the sun began to set in front of us. You sat down next to me on a hood of a car, and took my hand in yours, comforting yourself as you always would. 
 
 We sat quietly for a while, watching the sun set. 
 
 “ Do you regret this? ” you whispered suddenly, your voice raspy with disuse. You watched as I turned away from the reddening sky, and looked you in your eyes, but stayed silent. 
 
 “ Do you regret staying? ” You asked again. “ If you could change it, would you have? Would you have left when the world began collapsing? ” 
 
 I smiled sadly, and shook my head. “ I don ’ t regret this. There ’ s no way I could. We spent this last time together, and that ’ s what ’ s important. That ’ s what ’ s always been important, right? We deceived ourselves, as a race, to the unimportance of other people. That ’ s why we stayed, wasn ’ t it? To say we were important. I wouldn ’ t go back for anything. ” 
 
 A smile took over your face. 
 
 The sun continued on its way down, and we both watched it hide behind the horizon for the last time. 
 
 We quietly stood up together, still holding hands, but a looser grip than usual. 
 
 We stood together, facing towards the last red of the sunset, and as the first stars became visible, you asked me one last question. “ Did you love me? ” 
 
 “ Of course I did. ” 
 
 
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 I have n't gone through much editing with this. 
 
 Also, if I was good at drawing, I would have made a drawing of this, because I can see the two figures standing over a hilltop, silhouetted by the last light of day that humans will ever see, holding hands, and watching a city burn slowly. But, I'm crap at drawing.
