She extends her arms out for his tender embrace, and he holds her, tight and compact.
The sun sets over the bridge where they come to dance together. The one place where they can finally be together, be true to themselves. The place where they sing and dance and try to forget everything and everyone that has ever and ever will hurt them.
The place where they both know they will end their pitiful, frightened lives and jump off together, falling into the indeterminably cold waters beneath, into that blissful silence below ground.
But that will not happen quite yet. No, they still have a small, slight hope in their decrepit, moth-eaten hearts. And so they continue to meet each night, as the scarlet sky illuminates their swaying bodies dancing along to the music, they need to keep them going.
The music is slowly fading for them both. It’s harder to hear it, to lose themselves within the haunting melodies and ominously upbeat voices. But they can’t give up just yet. Give it a few more days, they urge, just a few days longer.
And so the two lovers, rotten from the inside out, continue this haunting masquerade for another evening, fingers entwined and hips shaking to and fro, until they decide they’ve, finally, had enough and commit to the depths below.
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