The last day

So what was the first day like?

The first day? It was the gold sky as the Sun went down and it was the sound of gulls' cries and it tasted of salt on her skin and smelt of the fair's frying grease and diesel generators. It felt like sunshine on my face.

And what was the last day like?

The last day was the gold of her hair disappearing into the distance and the sound of crying and the taste of tears. It smelt of the Motorway service station's frying grease and Diesel engines.
And it felt like Nothing.