The dying light of the sun touched your shoulders, beaming across your cotton back like a spotlight, promising a sleepy bliss that would diminish as the blind stars in the light of the day they sprouted from their hiding places in the cosmos. The gentle breeze drifted across the rolling hills, rippling the foliage of the sparse collection of trees surrounding you. And it was an amazement for your eyes to observe such a phenomenon. However, you couldn't help but let your eyes drift towards Farrah, who sat next to you in a haze of blonde hair and skin like the glow of the moon. And you drank in front of her like it was the best glass of wine you've ever met and you've ever met. "What are you thinking?" I asked, staring into her eyes, which were like fragments of sky trapped between her eyelashes. “I can practically feel your mind working from here.” Farrah showed you her pearly whites, but a smile wouldn't shape her lips, no matter how much you knew she wanted it. “I can't stop thinking about how this will be the last sunset I see.” And that was the paralyzing truth of the moment. The truth was that in a matter of hours, humanity would be a mere memory, you and Farrah and everyone you had known, heard of, and would ever know. Because a meteor was coming. And although the human race had fought a valiant battle, every attempt made against its ferocious competitor had barely managed to make a scratch against the enormous pile of rock. And it was funny, really, that the human race had survived for thousands of years; they had stained the world with the blood of their brothers, they had given life to the world and to humanity, they had enriched the world with culture and ours and...... middle of paper ......n of sheets whites through a between several trees, a projector balanced precariously far enough into the trees to project the film. Movies were classic creatures, the kind that made you laugh and cry and made nostalgia vibrate through every nerve in your body. Farrah's arm brushed against you, the silky locks of her hair intertwined with yours, and you were happy. Your eyelids grew heavier as the night wore on, serene in the surroundings of your species, the air thickly scented with the floral scent of Farrah's perfume and the sweet aroma of the night. Your head lolled, taking in the architecture of Farrah's face. And that moment went on forever and you couldn't help but feel that she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. And you were happy that it was the last sight of you before your eyes closed and you never opened them again.