I posted this short story on my tumblr last week. I hope you enjoy it.
850 million years from now
"So that's it, huh?" says a boy standing on a field of rock that millions of years ago would have been the latitudinal and longitudinal location of a camp that used to be along the Long Island Sound.
His partner looks up at a retreating streak of smoke cutting through the sky, "That was the last one."
"I just can't believe they are all gone now. Should we follow them?"
"Well would you like to live and raise your family somewhere where the oceans are rapidly evaporating, the atmosphere is escaping to space, and only single celled organisms will be able to survive for now?"
"Good point," the young looking female rolled her eyes are her partner. "But seriously, should we follow them like some of the others did? We'll fade when they get far enough away."
"I'm perfectly happy fading away as long as we're together."
He smiled, "I know, and I feel the same way. After your mom and then my dad faded- I've seen enough of us fade to know I'm scared."
She took his hand, "I'm scared too. Seeing Hestia fade was the worst experience ever. I never knew a stronger, more resilient God."
"Aside from us obviously," he flashed one of his trademarked lopsided grins to her. "What's more resilient than true love."
She was always better at rhetorical questions. She knew not to answer. Him, on the other hand, never knew when a question wasn't meant to be a question. She stayed silent.
"Millions of years later and I still don't understand why they made us the God and Goddess of true love. I mean that was always Aphrodite and Eros territory in my mind."
"Really, after all this time, you still wonder why we are the embodiment of true love," she started to laugh. "You can't even be a seaweed brain anymore because all the seaweed is extinct."
He joined her laugh, "Well Wise Girl, I was always better with the street smarts, you know that. If I needed to know the exact luminosity of the sun that will cause the Earth surface to reach 46 Celsius on average, I'd ask you."
She shook her head, but smiled and took his hand, "I love you."
"I know."
They stayed unmoving until their essence faded to oblivion.
The great love story of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase-Jackson, the Terran Gods of True Love, finally came to an end.