As the world ends there are sirens.
In the background, sirens right outside their window. Emergency sirens, loud and warning. Fire trucks, ambulances, police cars- all these sirens they know by heart. All these sirens they try to forget for just a day. Forget for just a night.
They were the sirens earlier. Just hours ago, the sirens used to be them.
But now, safe at home, they get to block out the noise and pretend that tragedy doesn't exist for a bit. Pretend there's no such thing as evil. Pretend there's no such thing as anything other than the two of them. Pretend they're the only ones in existence, and the outside world is just an empty void as they get lost in each other.
The evil that day was a murder, particularly violent, particularly gruesome.
It felt inhuman that someone could do that to a human being. That a person could do that to another person.
They're cops, they've been detectives for years. They're used to dealing with crime scenes, pretty awful ones at that. They're used to solving murders.
But every once in a while (in a long while if you're lucky) there's one so awful it makes your stomach churn, and shakes you to the core.
Some crimes that are just so… evil that it makes you feel a little bit less human just looking at the scene.
They had one of those yesterday. Not even 24 hours ago.
And when their shift ended they went home and curled up together on the couch and watched old disney movies to take their mind off the horror that exists in the adult world. After a couple of those, they made love to each other.
Not fucking, not sex, but making love.
It seems crass and insensitive putting it in the lightest terms considering the tragedy they bore witness to not even 24 hours earlier, but it wasn't about gratification and pleasure in those instances.
It was about feeling human again.
A coping skill, of sorts. You couldn't help but feel a little less after seeing something like that. A sort of detachment from anything, feeling a little less human, a little less yourself. A little less whole.
So it was reminding each other to feel again. Making love, soft and sweet, slow and careful- gentle. Jake telling her he loved her over and over the whole time, Amy telling him the same with every movement they made to get closer and feel each other.
It was a way to feel normal again.