Fade to Black
FADE TO BLACK
Fog rolled in over the pier, pushed ashore by the coming night. The tiny island disappeared first, then the boats tethered in the harbor, until even the rail a few yards away was nothing but a misty memory. The damp air clung to his lips and throat leaving a salty residue on his tongue.
He’d arrived early, flowers in hand, muscles twitching with excitement, adrenaline drowning out his fear. His grin had garnered him a few odd looks from passersby, but he didn’t care. She was coming. That’s all that mattered.
The crowd thinned with no sign of her. He clutched his hope like a life line until he was the only one left, smothered in a blanket of fog, choking on the fear that he’d been made a fool. He dropped the flowers, anger bubbling over his hurt, when a hand gripped his. Cool fingers wove between his and he smiled.
“You came,” he whispered.
His skin cooled against her icy touch.
“Are you ready?”
He nodded and released his final breath as they faded into the fog.