“I don’t think you’d need two slugs to kill us both,” she said, sliding her fingers into mine. Only then did I realise that love was such a beautiful thing.
The symphonic, nay, euphoric sounds and resplendent colors of nature by the sea, moments before the sun creeps above the horizon, joyfully heralding another glorious opportunity to live, to love.
Hannah opened her eyes upon this new world. The trees bore purple and yellow fruit. Mushrooms glowed a vibrant blue all around her. Mortal afterlife was ravishing with exuberant colors.