Cruelty of Reality

As their world collided together in the form of swollen body parts, it became clear to her that it was the closest they were ever going to get. This routine, that at one point made her feel alive, now held little of what comprised it. College was the place where relationships with such characteristics were given birth, and they had done that. This entity was born, had grown strong, but now was dying; she knew that, she felt it. So, as she watched him go back and forth, digging, and un-digging himself from inside her world, she made the decision for the both of them, she would burry this carcass properly; with twenty-one gunshots, and loads of flowers.