Winston sat on his sofa with his wife, Luya. She was as old and frail as he was. Time had painted their once glossy black hair white. The town was very quiet today. Everyone had fled in fear, men, women, and children alike. Only the animals still lay lazily on the ground, enjoying their final moments of peace.
It was a fine day. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window and fell warmly upon them. The world had been cruel to them, but the breeze still treated them gently. Winston looked at the empty, disorderly town. This was where they had met. Their home would soon be destroyed, but even without war, they did not have much longer to live.
Winston and Luya could not bear to leave this place, much less abandon all the memories they had made here—the beautiful days that belonged to them, fifty unforgettable years.
A record spun on the old-fashioned phonograph. Winston had never thrown away this old object that carried so many memories, and he had never imagined the phonograph would see the light of day again at a time like this.
Luya closed her eyes, smiling as she quietly listened to the melody from her memories. As usual, he held his wife's hand. The cheerful singing from that era seemed to pull them back from the end of time.
Sunlight filled their eyes
The breeze brushed through their hair
Summer had arrived
Their silver hair drifted gently in the warm wind. They had returned to an afternoon fifty years ago, a warm afternoon. The marks left upon the couple by time seemed to have faded away, leaving only a sincerity that the years could not erode.
Leaves rustled
I could still hear the laughter
"I will remember you, Luya." The sky was burning.