They found solace in each other, their love a beacon of light in this new dark age. The only comfort in their dark lives. Their struggle was shared by countless others who had been left behind by the dark policies which created their hardship. But everyone suffers in a digital isolation which keeps them apart.
Days turned into weeks, into months, then their days became years. Sarah and David knew their situation was never going to change. Their cost of living always rose. Tears mixed with sweat as they toiled away for meager rewards. Paychecks always remained the same in this new golden age. Without solidarity there was no reason for billionaire masters to ever pay more. With no choice but to make do with what they had, only their love kept Sara and David alive.
Sarah and David refused to give up on each other as the bleakness increased. They knew that their love was all they had, and they guarded it well. They would cling to their love until their bitter end. They spent evenings talking about dreams and ambitions, whispering about what could have been if things had been different. The fantasy kept them going.
They wished for a better future, knowing they could not fight for it. All were trapped in the same cycle of poverty caused by Trumps ill-conceived tariffs. But there was no unity. Organizing was forbidden. Organizing was a terrorist act under the laws sanctified by Trump's Supreme Court. Maga had never come to terms with reality, and solidarity had no place in Trump's new techno-feudalist future where nothing but efficiencies mattered.
In the end, Sarah and David's love would endure to their end. They never achieved their dreams. That was impossible. They had each other and that was enough for them. Had they and others like them connected, the future might have been better. And when they were gone there might have been something else, but the whistling of wind through ruins.