Standing, staring into her eyes, she trembles with a quaint sense of fear.
Fear of the unknown.
She steps foward and places a hand behind your head and pulls you close.
You pull away.
There is a tension between the couple, you weren't ready for her affection but you still want it, crave it.
The ground falls away from between you.
She watches as you drift away, unfazed. You are now broken.
The abyss below widens and the darkness slowly encompasses all that you were and you too become darkness.
There is a final thought that runs through your mind as you are pulled into the emptyness.
She calls to you once more and you remember her beauty of body and mind.
"Damn son, she had sweet boobles"