"Does misery fascinates you so much?", said as he held the inamorato's hand.
"Well, it's like an acquaintance of mine." he replied and added; "Now look at this scenery what does it whispered to us. My devotee." as he intentionally jump off the cliff. They still held their hands with a tight grip having no intention of letting each other go.
Only then in the few minutes given, the last thing we've felt is our warmth. As the momentum remains constant, it'll come to an end. But, the blaze in our hearts will remain us alive in these cold depths of despair, like a drudge in confinement. Eternally.
Is there a way to escape?
. . .
In this fate and judgment pass into us.