(A story inspired by a strange thought I had one day, sitting behind someone on the bus.)
High up on the cliffs, looking out across the broad expanse of blue ocean, for just a moment Steve felt at peace. It was fleeting. It had only been a couple of weeks since everything in the world had gone wrong. So much had changed. So much was uncertain. Now, here, viewing the timeless majesty of something apart from himself and his problems, something greater, his own insignificance somehow was a comfort. No matter what might happen, something would carry on.
Soft footsteps in the gravel, and she was there, looking out beside him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She took his hand. It was a bit of a cliché, but it was also more than that.
He smiled. “Yes.” Then his smile faded as the wind blew his hair. He felt its…
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