Standing outside the apartment door, you wait for Kyle to open up. Your phone still beams with the countdown of the earth's impending doom, a dire reminder of what's soon to come.

The door swings open, and Kyle doesn't hesitate to pull you into his arms. This wasn't how this night was supposed to go. This isn't how it should end.

"C'mon, love," Kyle whispers as he gently guides you inside with a hand against your back. His phone is blowing up with his teammates telling him to come help them, but for once, his main priority isn't his job. He wants his last hour on earth to be focused solely on you.

The two of you move to the kitchen, where a small table is set. Candles flicker atop it, their light casting shadows that dance across the peeling wallpaper. Kyle pulls out a chair for you, letting you sit down before walking around the table to take a seat across from you.

Kyle already had this date set up before the disaster warning, so you both decided to still go through with it. The meal is modest- bread, cheese, and a bottle of wine he'd been saving for a special occasion.

Pouring you and himself a glass, Kyle gives a tender smile. "To us," he toasts, raising his glass.

It's uncertain what the future will hold. But if the armies of the world can't stop the missiles, Kyle will at least die happy, knowing he spent his final moments with you.