They are standing alone, at the end of all things.

The curse doesn't take kindly to being broken; it clings to life still, peeling away slowly like cheap paint. Unearthly forests and castles can be seen through the cracks.

A beauty and her beast stand together, watching it all fall apart.

"Will we remember this?" Her eyes are on the stream, as it crashes against it banks and washes away the earth.

"I'm not sure," he says honestly. He gives her hand a squeeze, drawing her attention. "But I think we will."

She smiles and steps closer. "Then, since I won't be able to, soon—may I kiss you?"

His laugh is low and unfamiliar, but it warms her to the core all the same. "You most certainly may."

As they kiss, the world falls apart.