Final Sunset

As the sun goes down, a blazing orange light takes over the sky. A blinding light, and yet, it was beautiful. And right before the sun sank into the horizon, it seemed as if time froze. Bird stopped chirping, the breeze stopped blowing, and the waves of the vast ocean made no movements. For a small moment, silence, beauty, and peace seemed to take over the world. Everyone and everything seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what was coming. As the final hour comes, memories start running through my head. Memories I thought I had forgotten. Memories of my father, who I haven't seen in years, and all of the fun times we had together. Memories of my mother and the pain she went through to make sure I had a good life. I remembered how my grandparents molded me, making me into the person I am today. And I remembered how the girl of my dreams threw my heart to the trash when I gave it to her. I remembered this and much more. My feelings take over me. Tears of happiness, sadness, and fear start running down my cheeks. Tears that have been building up for years. Times restarts again, and I am left awaiting the end. And as it comes closer, all of my emotions start disappearing, tear by tear. When the time comes, I am at peace. I am ready. I lift up my head in pride of who I am. Proud of all the decisions I have made good and bad. The last ray of the sun disappears under the ocean with one final flash. Fire fills the sky, moving down to Earth and burning everything it encounters. As it comes down on me, I am at peace with myself, and I embrace it with the same amount of warmth as it embraces me. And with that final act, I leave this world, with no regrets. With no soul.