This old project I had to do for English class.

Quiet and cold, snow floating down, she checked her phone and looked at the time. Half past Eleven on a cold February.She turned her head and look out at the city, gazing without promise and dark eyes shown that her emotions had burned away. She gripped her cellphone. Standing out from under the bell tower.
He stood out in front of the train station. His watch read 11:45 pm. Back shown toward the moon, he made his way to the bell tower, trudging though the snow. In the back of his head lingered a thought of dismay. A heavy and dark aura had surrounded his mind. He continued his way, up the hill. Melancholic dreams ripped though his thoughts as his feet trudged though the 7 inch think white blanket. His cellphone buzzed, revealing a text message. Its time, it said. Cold eyes stared back at the fluorescent screen. The bell tower had ticked 12:00 and his feet started climbing the ominous steps.
Squeaky steps and rusty rails guided him up the swirling tower. He looked up and back down , over and over. Climbing higher and higher as if the tower was an endless trap through time. Tears overflowed in his eyes, stricken with grief. At last he reached the top.
The girl waiting at the top, eyes cold, face with no emotion, stared back at the guy.
"You came." She said.
"Yeah, I wouldn't miss this event for the world." He muttered.
She turned and embraced him. Shedding tears. All he could do was smile in disbelief.
Soon the world around them collapsed. In the end, nothing was left.