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Breathe
There were no happy endings for people like them. All the best love stories ended with tragedy, the flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long and all that crap.
Oksana was suspended under the moonlight, an angel of death with wings of crimson and a halo of golden hair. She found herself frozen in awe, unable to tear her gaze from the macabre painting forming in front of her.
It was utterly mesmerizing.
Breathe
The poets would say that drowning was peaceful way to go, a brief moment of pain before blissful passage from this world to the next. Eve thought it was all bullshit.
She drifted there for a moment, suspended quietly between life and death as her own heartbeat echoed in her ears. Move forward or reach for the surface, there was little choice to make as she took her lovers hands, desperate eyes searching vacant ones for any sign of life.
There was none.
Breathe
There wasn’t any justice in life, only broken people and people who deserved a better hand than they were dealt. Oksana had the misfortune of being both.
Bullets rained down around them, brass casings littering the surface as their companions dove deeper into the inky depths. It was beautiful really, the way they resembled meteors shooting though a shepherds sky.
A sky of blood.
Breathe
Once upon a time she might have feared death. Now, she feared the thought of living alone in a world that had taken her love even more.
She leaned forwards to press a final kiss to Oksana's forehead, the skin as warm as the sun against the freezing water around them. Their bodies seemed to find comfort in each other in those moments, entangled in a final embrace of death, souls forever entwined.
She was ready.
Breathe