The world is burning. The sky is falling. Everything's crashing. Fire and blood, and destruction and pain.
But all I know is your hand in mine, warm and sweaty, your rough skin brushing against mine, your fingers filling the spaces between mine, and those little squeezes that you give me, hard and reassuring.
You will never let me go, and as long as I know this, I don't care whether everything is falling apart.
Because we aren't. And we stand tall as everything turns into nothing.