Field Of Play.

" Doomsday. " Not, the book, but, the scenario, had come into effect. The years had taken their toll. On, the fateful day all hell broke loose. With various crockery, and cutlery, even, flying through the air. Easier to avoid than expected due to temperatures being raised and passions heightened ! And, it, was more than a contentious " rice " pudding which caused everything to " kick off " ! In, such a manner. Creating great alarm in the neighbours, who had no idea what was coming. As, if, they ever did, related to anything, at all. The violence was obviously short-lived but had serious ramifications. The time delay until  " The Drop " as well as the flop being about par for the course. Stipulating this partnership be treated like no other, but, the same. If, you get " my drift " ! For, tactical obligations ! With, in this case, various evidence accumulated, from tension, giving cause for concern. And, doomsday. As, events later verified, recognizing " fait du compli. " Plus, much more besides !
In, the way, of things, hope had boosted the start of their collaborative efforts. But, too many " false dawns " separated, from " false smiles, " and promises, led to the inevitable. " The Divide " was not to be bridged, as each went there separate paths, and passages. Not, wishing to see the other ever again. Trauma induced by the seemingly impossible, becoming possible, too much to contemplate. The face of harsh realities far too hurtful to stare down, in public, or anywhere else, for that matter. The repercussions drove both to try to progress as best they could, without the help they were used to. All, seeming relatively straight-forward, at first, but  " TIME TELLS A TALE " ! Why would, it, not ? The solitude of being able to cope, alone, showing their credentials, that was true, but, in the long run, there could only be the desire. To connect with someone, or something, else. Neither, suited, to making the ultimate gesture, or symbol, of their sexes strength of purpose. Or, resolve.
At, the truthful end, of proceedings and processes, there was acceptance of what can come. Or, perhaps may not. Due, to an " unjust " dessert. The reasons for which could be argued over for eternity. But, undeniable, in ferocity. As well as intimidatory characteristics. The lessons were learnt, there, on that day. About what can work, and what cannot. Before, higher powers, than even the Lord God Almighty dare not consider. Who would try to define the unquantifiable ? I, ask you. The annals of time would have to be kind for anything but re-evaluation, again and again, of the " substance " of the issue, or issues, involved. There, it, stood. There, they stood. To, face scrutiny, rather than anything else, until, the re-occurrence of feelings, leading to yet more advances into another's domain. In, the name of love. Or something else entirely ! With, all repercussions evolved, over the course of events, and " converse " perverse, bordering on desparate measures, to keep sanity, and sanctuary, intact. Who would deny fundamental material sources, regarding demise of fairness, over the " lifetime " of a relationship ? With, all that entails, having maximum influence, on hearts and minds, over the duration, of it.
The " Speed " of their " Terms Of Engagement " again showing " What Lies Beneath " the surface. To come , into the equation, to deliver full payloads, upon the unsuspecting, or otherwise. Once, more. Their " doomsday " scenario, therefore forgotten, amidst the all too plentiful examples, of what life can bring. If, you let, it. " The Happening " not an adequate interpretation, really, of devastation sustained by " going where " others care not to. For, the sake of giving further encouragement, to maintenance of the species. Against, the odds. 

See, " About Schmidt " or " Serendipity "
or " Apocalypse Now, Redux " depending on, mental health.