The year that quivered on the edge of an era—that was the year that everything left.
First it was the leaves, dropping from their temporal tethers. Then, the sun, dipping lower each day until one morning, it vanished. And finally, it was the people. One by one, filing out of our lives with happy smiles.
Without them, the town withered. Silence hung in every street, clinging sticky to our backs. The sky seemed even grayer than usual, somehow.
While it rained, we stood in the graveyard, reading epitaphs in a language we no longer knew how to speak.