Their love was a loan… the hope everyone has lost… the curse and the prayer…. a crossroad of denial, fear and longing. The brightest day found during the darkest night… a fire, burning inside of them while the cold outside wielded the scepter. One love whose beginning was impossible to be found… but whose end was mercilessly clear… because everything began with death and had to end with death… the death of the human race reborn two hearts… the reborn of the human race would be the death of those hearts… this was not just a cancer… this was the ghost of survival… the ghost who wanted a price in blood. Their love was a loan… and as every loan, it had to be given back…