They sat across the table from one another in silence. The darkness outside pressed itself upon the windows flecked with raindrops, and threatened to engulf the room. The small lamp on the table fought against it resiliently.
"Is there anything left to say?" she asked. The silence blared louder than ever. The continuous noise of rain falling against the roof and windows pierced the nothingness in the air, but only intermittently. Not enough to change the atmosphere.
He wondered what they looked like, the raindrops. Were they clean and pure? If they were. surely they were the last of the sort. Were they ashen and poisonous? Surely not yet, it'd take some time for the chemicals to set in.
"We could just sit here forever."
The many items they loved sat around and beckoned. They called for use; for remembrance. Perhaps it would be too painful to do so, knowing the remaining opportunity to repeat the act would no longer exist. The time is now, but at the same time, the time is never. How long did they have? It was too dark out to tell.
"I think..." she started. His eyes met hers. The gaze seemed to warm up the room. The brown of her eyes reminded him of the furniture in a house he used to visit long ago. He fought to keep the memories at bay.
She reached over and held his hand across the table. "I think this is just the way things should be." He knew she was right, even though he said nothing. He let a small smile emerge against his will, and the silence no longer seemed to be an intruder.
Reaching his other hand over to clasp over hers, he wondered if the slight vibration he felt in his arm was the friction of moving across the table, or from the rainy night outside. Strange thing to be concerned about, since it hardly mattered either way. The night continued to stare in.
"Not long now." he said. She nodded. He glanced up at her again. She smiled. "Let's do it all. Who cares?" Nothing could have made more sense.
The darkness outside pressed itself upon the windows flecked with raindrops, and threatened to engulf the room. The two people in the room sat in bliss, and fought against it resiliently.