A walk with her at sunset he thought was an ideal opportunity to tell her something he knew would break her; he'd met someone else and was leaving. A sunset walk with him she decided was an opportune time to break to him something she knew would devastate him, the cancer diagnosis she'd received only that morning. As they walked along the beach towards the brilliant sunset they stopped and turned to each other, as if moving to some unheard rhythm in a well-choreographed dance, their eyes meeting as they uttered in unison the words 'we need to talk'.
Posted in response to the microfiction challenge by @jayna. The prompt this week was sunset.
The image is my own