In some part of the world, sparks flew between two young bloods. “Trust me!” she said, grabbing his arm, jumping off the yacht, into the deep, deep-sea. Under water, the filtered sun rays highlighted his features in honey golden. She was breathing, but her heart kept skipping beats as their eyes kept meeting. His situation wasn’t any better.
In some part of the world, fire blew within an angry mob. “Trust me!” he said grabbing her arm, jumping off the boundary wall of her home. As panic and sadness overcame, they looked at each other for the last time, and smiled, knowing that this is the end. Together, they fell prey to the wrath of the monsters they called society. Their eyes met, and hearts stopped forever.