Her.
Dead of Night.
Cold. Motionless.
Razors pour from the sky.
Dark.
Hearing the Fromp, Thump, Tump,
Running.
Farther the better.
Away from this prison.
No freedom.

Him.
In the distance,
Running Faster.
He’s dissolving,
Waterfalls streaming,
Off his precious face.
Screaming.

Her.
Falling farther down.
Sprialing into this mass,
Great Mass.
Unknown of where it leads.
She can’t catch herself.
Shrieks of Pain?
Guilt?
Displeasure?
Depression.
Love.

Him.
Looking into razors.
Blood dripping slowly,
Her. She’s Falling.
Arms Out,
OAF!

Him&&Her.
Her Deep Cyan Eyes.
His Gorgeous, Mind-wiping Brown.
He’s her hero,
She saved him.
Love,
Spontaneous Love.