There they were, hand in hand, warm and gentle smiles on their lips. The tender morning glowing down upon them. My eyes grew wet; a single tear strolled down my cheek. Is this what they call "the end" in stories? After all they did together; after all they went through together?

Is this the fate they deserved?

I hear the sobs from those who came with me, my eyes closed and pictures a glimpse of them together.

Now that I think about it, I don't think the world deserved them.
This isn't a sad ending, just a happily ever after.