The sky wept in crimson waves, bathing her face in red, diffused light. It evened out her skin, diminished the effect of the bruises and cuts she had gathered over the past twenty-four hours. They had been running, as everyone had been running from what was happening in the sky. The fighting, the taking, the escaping had taken its toll and many died in their desperate attempts to live.
They stopped running. He kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him lightly on the lips. Their hands found each other as they watched the sun set for the last time.