The striking blonde opened her eyes the moment the fiery ball dropped below the horizon. She was instantly filled with his loss.

Gulping useless air, thick red rivulets pouring from her eyes, she moaned "Master! Maker!" Then, "God, oh God."

A calming peace filled her, though the grief remained.

For the next several centuries she would swear she'd heard a whispered, "Goodbye Pamela." After that she didn't talk about it, as those who had known him grew fewer~ they met their final deaths through various means. Some wearied and chose to meet the sun, others became too ambitious in their political maneuverings. She was secretly comforted that this existence wasn't true immortality. It had always seemed to her there was something else out there.

~ I would like to send a big ol' "Thank you y'all!" to those who have supported this story. You're angels. I would also like to tip my hat and wink at Ms. Harris.