悲観

In the last minutes before the dawn, they lay together, arms entwined against the cold licks of wind that coiled over the hill crest and blew scattered leaves against them like skeleton fingers. It was a struggle to stay awake even in that great discomfort, and only the dread of the coming morning kept them aware enough to keep their eyes open. Some love doesn't come easily. The thought of the unkind future approaching transfixed them. There was no more time to run, and no more will to lie or hide what had grown up between them, despite the costs it brought with it. There would be no more tomorrows for them. They were both certain of it. Even the most forgiving would not cross some lines. Whatever force that kindled love between them, be it a blessing for the joy that it brought, had at the same time cast them both into a descending spiral that would culminate here, in only a few moments more, in flames. Neither feared so much for themselves, but the thought of the other's pain was beyond bearing. It was the best they could do to comfort each other now, and promise to share even these last moments unto the very end. And as the air grew lighter, highlighting the cold even more, they drew closer, and kissed, sharing their breath. With the light, fear and weariness fell away. They turned their heads and looked to the swelling burn on the horizon. It promised so much. Then the first rays of the sun burst across the country, and washed the night out one more time. And the two lovers were doomed.