The roads intertwine in something interesting. The places they need to reach are getting more and more disgusting.
Every second that passss burns the floor down to a shimmering black corpse of their hate and greed, solely combined together for the purpose of being an inconsistent incoherent inconvenience.
The thing that bothers him is the best thing that ever happened to her. Cliches were they’re milestones and they’re finishlines ran parallel to each other separated by 200 long unfaithful meters.
She finished. He kept running. He finished and she went on strong.
Both of them were in the wrong.