"Every good story starts at the end...what a simple and lovely quote."

The clouds, packed with tears, flooded the grayscale cobblestobe streets with a waterfall of water. The rain soon seeped into the sidewalk and inviting open man holes. The buildings, all lined side by side, seemed to lean their sorrowful faces downward at the streets, as if they were bowing, their signs swaying to the beat of the pounding winds.

A man stood leaning ageinst a the slick pole of a streetlamp that gazed over the streets, casting a shadow on the man's face. His white hair, cut down to his ears, stuck out like a sore thumb. He wore a simple black suit with a black tie. He was muttering to himself.

"When in the end everything is broken, a new story has begun. Why? Why must it begin at the end? Why not begin at a new begining? Unless every end is a beginning and a beginning is a end..."

He paused realizing he had achived, not the awnser, but confusing himself. He sighed and pulled out a small dark blue lighter for his pocket. Flipping it, a red flame arose. He raised the lighter, motioning to the street. "To a new beginning world." He said loud enough so his voice rumbled in the distance.

With one swift breath he blew out the flame, sending everything into a spiraling darkness. The lone streetlight short curited and soon fizzled it's light.

The man was nowhere to be found.