A Sense of Urgency

The moment was vicious. I looked at her as she looked at me, and we both knew we were about to die. All I could think about was how pissed I'd be if she said, "I love you." All she could think about was how much of a bastard I was. It was really quiet outside until you noticed the hum and creaking of the generators and old brick and metal buildings. Almost as an afterthought, the wind breathed through the trees' leaves.