A meteor shower lights up the sky behind you, creating a halo, shadowing your face as you begin to speak. Watching the sky explode and die, dusts of stars and comets, traces of the galaxy they shared. Endless, to a point. The death of a sun as it erupts, shining brighter and burning away the worlds it fed then dwindles and fades… And I should have known when we drove separate cars that we would not leave together. Your lips part only enough to speak never trembling, never doubting. And the sky bursts around us as we stand on this hilltop where we first made love, planned our future, and now? Stars are dying, falling. As I turn some dying, distant sun fades from the hilltop like a black hole galaxy. Shinning its last few rays, white and weak.