[ WP ] It 's the end of the world , and I feel fine .

She looked at him. 
 
 He looked at her. 
 
 Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder they stood on the hill, staring into the setting sun. The cool wind sent a shiver down her spine, and her naked toes in the wet grass felt almost numb. 
 
 The city beneath them - a thick, gray sea covering the landscape. She could barely remember what it had been like living there. 
 
 Clouds were whirling in the mellow sky. Everything seemed darkened, as if covered with dust. 
 
 The breeze carried a faint scent of cinnamon. She did not know why, and it did not matter. This last evening simply had to smell like cinnamon. 
 
 
 She was not afraid anymore. She had been in the beginning, but now he was standing beside her, and she was not alone, and she felt like she could take on obliteration. This had been the last day, and nothing could keep the sun from going down. She was actually kind of looking forward to it now - if it smelled like cinnamon, how bad could it really be? 
 
 
 Her hair danced in the wind, and with each gust the end drew closer.
