Sylvan Cheney held her hand, his eyes harboring an endless vastness, like stars beneath the night sky, profound and boundless.
Jasmine Yale was somewhat breathless, her breath unstable, only glaring at Sylvan Cheney, gritting her teeth.
Her lips were kissed by him until they became red and swollen.
Sylvan Cheney also looked at her.
Their eyes met, and the air sparked with infinite sparks, the temperature suddenly rising.
Neither spoke, and for a moment, the car plunged into silence.
"Sylvan Cheney." Finally, Jasmine Yale broke the silence first, "Do you know what breakup means?"
"What did Yukon Carbon send you? Hmm?"
Jasmine Yale's phone had fallen to the ground during the recent tug, and she hadn't even had a chance to look at the text.
