“Do all these must end this way? That is what you are aiming for? Something that deeply hurts me? A backstab is more painful than a front stab, you know right? Think about it again,” a girl muttered with a frown while gazing at an imaginary sunset outside a glass dome, each of her legs swaying forth and back to a soothing tune that resonated from a hidden speaker.
“There isn't another way, yet I promise everything will work out as planned,” a male voice echoed through her right ear. She glimpsed her right hand being pressed down by a sweaty rough hand.
“There must be another way! Even water can seep through the tiniest openings of a rock. You have no idea how it will turn out. Never have you listened to my advice even for once. Never have you cared for my feelings nor my thoughts. Like iron you stood by your own detrimental belief!” the girl shouted at the boy, a teenager leaning on the wooden bench, as tears were streaming out of her eyes.
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“I repeat, there is no other way. Stop bluffing and keep your head up,” the boy shook his head, slowly blinked, and denied in a deep and plain voice while staring at her irritated look. “However, I promise that you will soon witness natural trees growing within a tremendous natural forest and ascertain how marvelous the world had once been.”
“I don't care about any of your promises. It won't only defeat them, but also us. It's internecine. Harm clings onto a two-pointed dagger,” the girl complained, sharply turning her body to the left with closed her eyes and lips shut.
The boy had done his best to inveigle the girl, but to no avail. Convincing was ineffective. He gazed at the imaginary sky above with an unpleasant look, stretched out his arms on the bench's back, and placed his right leg on top of the other. Tranquilizing breeze blew into his nostrils as he dropped the curtain of his eyes while wondering how all of these could have begun. It was a fragment of memories that had long been shattered.