"Wait, we just want one request, please." The young woman desperately pleaded.
"Yeah, like what, a cupcake?"
"Together, that's all you can put us in there, but we have to be together."
"Huh, fine, 'makes no difference to me, as long as you die, why should I care who you're with?"
The two young people stared as the police guard shoved them into the black painted cell. Automatically the doors locked and the lights went off. "You have one week till trial." An automatic voice sounded. The lights snapped back on and the woman smiled slowly at the man clinging to her.
"So how, how do we get out?" The man asked.
"Look we're on Death Row, in the holding cell that is used for the people who are scheduled to die, in here!" "I, I don't think we are getting out of here this time, alive." The young woman replied slowly, her voice was cracking with each word.
"But we, what about-"The man was cut off by the girl bursting into tears in his arms. "Its okay, its okay we will get through this." The man patted her back and kissed her lips gently. "No one's going to hurt her."