Sunset

I sat with Selina on the bench. We looked out towards the hills of Andover as the sun set through wispy cloud.

“I’m not sure we’ll see morning,” I announced.

“What? Wait… why,” she replied.

“The sun looks,” I began, trying to think of the right words, “looks… a bit off.”

Selina looked closer. The mask of uncertainty fell as she saw what I did.

“God,” she rep…