The sun rises each day for billions of people around the world and hardly anyone takes notice; its just one of the many things they take for granted. But here, on an obscure rooftop in Dallas, a figure dressed in a strange foreign tunic opens his arms wide and welcomes the day's first weak rays of sunlight. He has not seen a sunrise in nearly two thousand years and he fully intends to enjoy this one, his last one.
He is just barely aware of the girl standing a few feet behind him, observing the scene with a calm few of her kind are capable of. He does not cry, so she sheds tears for him. He says he is not afraid, so she says she will be afraid for him. Her body shudders yet she contains the intense urge to run to him and shield him from the sunlight. God knows he is certainly old enough to be sure of his decision, so she remains rooted to where she stands.
God does not punish, He forgives.
He is about to realize the verity of that sentiment. He can feel the burn now, and it quickly devours his entire being. To an onlooker, to her, it appears fast and sudden but to him it feels like eons; he feels like he's living centuries in a matter of seconds. He's felt every kind of pain but this pain is nothing like he's felt before and he relishes in the new sensation. Black spots permeate his vision and the fire slowly recedes. Darkness is coming. He muses at the irony before it envelopes him entirely and his last thoughts are wiped from his mind.
The girl refuses to shield her eyes from the powerful burst of light in front of her, determined to see it through till the end. It stings her eyes and the tears flow harder until finally, its over. She is alone on the rooftop and the man, though he was never merely a man, is gone from the world forever.