The love story of us

The sky blends with ash, orange, and red, indicating the approaching sunset. The wind intensifies, a sign that the day is drawing to a close. I smile at the beautiful scene, tears streaming down my face. My chest tightens, realizing this might be the last time I witness the sunset. Tomorrow... tomorrow, I won't be able to see it anymore.

I release a sigh and gently wipe away my tears. I'm content, knowing I'll have more moments with my loved ones, even if not in this world. I turn as I hear approaching footsteps, and my heart flutters seeing the man who holds my heart.