“How beautiful it all is!” she said, smiling with delight at the sight of the setting sun.
“It is, isn’t it?” he replied, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“Oh look,” she said, pointing to the bird that landed in the water in front of them, “it’s fishing.”
“It’s marvelous, honey. Marvelous.”
“Oh how I wish this moment would never end!”
Her smile gone, she gave out a wistful sigh and pulled her hand gently away from his. She then cupped her hands, as if in prayer, looking forlornly at the setting sun.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“But, honey, if it never ended,” he said, “it wouldn’t be as beautiful as it is. Everything’s got to end sometime.”
She looked at him and smiled. She felt the truth in that statement, but continued wishing the moment would never end nonetheless.
“Do you think He will forgive us?”
“I don’t know, honey. I don’t know.”
“We tried. We tried… so hard.”
“Yes we did, honey. We did.”
The sound of the waves softly caressing the sand, the red sun setting in the champaign-coloured sky — it was all so beautiful, so perfect, quite unlike the rest of their lives.
Then they drew their last breaths, and eternalised their sunset.
Donn, fragments 
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