CASSIDY SUCKS

The snow drifts lightly down. Waving from the clouds like leaves in fall. A couple walks the streets.
Hand in hand, they walk a endless road. So many other lives intersecting their path. Whether fate, or chance, it all moves along. Unkept souls haunt through the air, no care to snare them. Their walk continues, they stop for none. What lead them there? They walked for miles on end, passing trees, buildings, children, animals. The endless road lead on, step after step, pounding on like a broken record. They pass through lands of pain. Lands of sorrow. Lands of Glee, and lands of death.

Unwavered, nothing manages to stop them. Their stare as cold as snow. The farther they progress, the more bland colors become. They transverse, and the colorful greens turn to grey. A brightness begins to wash all color out the farther they walk. They trek their way, until they come to a hill. A source of light appears to be behind the hill. The grey-scale earth shakes under each of their steps. The top of the hill comes into sight, their gait unchanged. They walk still, hand in hand, towards the top. As they come to the top. Their eyes meet the absence. They see nothing but pure white. Up, and down, left, and right. The grey grounds meet a abrupt end. They meet eyes, and then look back into the white. He leans in, and kisses her on top of the head... and then they take the final step.