Written for the prompt - Derek and Sarah, the day after the world ends (125 words)

Sarah stood amidst the rubble of all they had worked toward, tall and proud. Fires still smoldered in the distance and choking, acrid smoke clung to the landscape like a thick blanket. As Derek watched, she drew in on herself just a bit, stood a little less straight. He left John with his pet metal, picked his way carefully through the wreckage that had been the closest thing he'd had to a home until he reached her side.

Just as carefully as he'd crossed that distance, he put an arm around her shoulders, pulled her in against his side. She fit. She didn't put her arm around him, but still, she fit. He was wrong; this was the closest thing he'd had to a home.