This was it, she thought to herself. The last show watched,the last email sent. The last candlelight dinner, the last song. She sat down on the kitchen floor, and waited as the clock stopped ticking. Waited, and dusted falling motes from her black dress. It was the end of the world, and she had just put all the chairs on the tables. She glanced up at the clock. It had been seven forty five for at least fifteen minutes now. Why was Death not coming? The lights were off, the room bathed in a grey light. The candles stopped flickering and were still in the air. Smoke stopped rising. She ran a hand through her hair. Where was Death? The world was definitely over. What was wrong? Why was she still here? She stood up andwalked out to stand in the yard, her footsteps the only sound. As she stopped, eerie silence was created. She looked at the snowflakes still pausedin the air. This was it. Why was it late? There had been no explosions, armageddons, or apocalypses. She had simply awoke on day, a day like any other,and known. This was it. The End of the world. She waited calmly. That's all that was left, to wait for Death to take her away from the frozen world. Was she the last one left? She waited. That's all that was left.
To wait.