In little time, the man was going to die.

She had always loved him for his purity.

And he loved her, with her immortality.

He lived a good life, which he could not deny.

She looked the same as when they met that July.

He never saw her as an atrocity.

Yet she saw herself as a complexity.

He left her then, as she began to cry.

Cynthia shed a tear, watching the sunset.

She thought back, as the world neared the end of time.

It had been long, with many lives being met.

Throughout history, the world saw only crime.

In the end, though, she found the right mindset.

She smiled, fading as the Earth left its prime.