Sorry this ended up kind of depressing but 'dying earth' is kind of depressing period.

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The streets are packed with cars, the buildings are full of stuff, and all of it is completely devoid of people.

Except for the two of you.

They called you the Heir and her the Rogue; though heir to what and rogue from what they never said.

In a city that’s dead or so deep in sleep it might as well be, you wait. Together.

The sun rises for the last time, big and low and red and almost invisible through the haze.

You take her hand, and she takes yours, and you step, together, into the end of the world.