Lost Souls

As night fell on the lonely three, Ronnie had walked outside onto the balcony. Faint blue glows gathered outside, catching her attention.

"What... Are those?"

She whispered to herself, watching as colorful orbs of light pop out of the ground into the sky. A stream of these orbs stretched over the horizon like a river. Flowing off into the direction of the moon.

As if all the souls that ever lived on the planet, were being forced off and away. Unwelcomed, no longer needed. It was an idea Ronnie had while watching, she just might be over thinking it. Whatever the case being, it lit up the ruined city rather nicely. Beautiful, even in the face of destruction.

"How's your dick, hun? Food is in the oven for you both."

She tilted her head back, finally seeing her lover awake.