Terror

(I've submitted this for another prompt, but love it so much that I'd like to continue the story)

My love traced the path of the sun before it set over the coast. She swept the clouds to gather them for the evening's portrait. Looking down, I saw she had them lined parallel with the Rockies, matching height with opacity. Tonight wiwould certainly be the most beautiful in the season.

Dread had been high among the gods and the creatures. Plagues of weather, political disaster, and astronomic anomaly had just then begun to lull on Earth.

My love remained bssful in relief, unable to sense untrusting tension from creatures below. Her art thrived in her naive emotions. It was cute. I knew if she looked over, she'd catch me smiling and it would inspire her efforts.

A few moments passed; she hadn't caught my gaze nor seen my smile. She fervently deliberately warmed cirrus and nurtured cumulonimbus. Only she knew which colors would appear. It would always be spectacular pink, orange, red, bright yellow hues.

In the corner of my gaze, light hit tthe clouds. Pulling her hands to her eyes, my love wept. She gasped. And then I saw it-

Purple. With murder, prestige, and terror- the clouds were purple. The screams were loud. She screamed in purple. The blast cleared my vision to white. Reaching out for my love, I grasped for her heat. Instead, the atmosphere burned and cooked my flesh dry as bone. If the blast burned the gods, then truly the creatures below would not make it. I knew that, but I hoped. I knew that if life survived it would be burned, deformed for eons, suffering in the terror. It was everywhere in wake of the blast. A sonic boom filled the air. Still, my love filled my head with screams. I thought the worst was over and the terror would cease to reach us. Her screams would halt and we would mourn in peace.

A moment passed and the remnants of a terrific bright cloud filled my vision, revealing my love outlined by a purple shadowed sky. In my ears hummed a muffled tone through which I heard my love scream, "my- I can't see! There's no white. Tthere's no dark. I can't-." Following her voice and her figure, I went to her. I wept imagining the panic she felt. Had she felt panic before? Had she experienced fear? I placed my hands on her face. There were no tears. Could she cry? I felt for her eyes and found them wet, burned hot, clammy. Were they there? Her screams turned to moans of wretched agony and turmoil. "Where are you? I don't see you. Why are you hurting me? Let me go!" I pulled my hands away from her face and she caught one as it fell. Gasping for breath, she covered her face. I reached for her other hand but it was too late. She screamed in pain. I pulled her hands together and to my chest as she moaned and collapsed to her knees. "Help me… Help me…" she wept. "We made it through the blast. We will make it. You're strong, my love. I'll help you."

"Help me… Please! Why won't you answer me!"