On a Bench

Chloe sighed and sat back, settling against Pete's outstretched arm. Pete's face took on a soft smile as the sun set slowly in the distance.

"It's beautiful," Chloe said, wistful.

"Yeah," Pete agreed, his thumb tracing circles on Chloe's shoulder.

"Was it this beautiful when we were alive?" she asked.

Chloe leaned her head against Pete's shoulder and drew her feet up on the bench. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then put his arm around her waist.

"I don't remember," he replied. "I never stopped to look."

The sun moved below the horizon, the golden light fading away.