Two boys were running through the hills of the desert. However, you couldn't exactly call them boys. They both were around 17 years old. It might be a bit odd for guys that age to run through hills like they were kids. But maybe it's good to know that they were running away from the sorrow they had at home. 'C'mon Luce! You're not telling me you are tired already!' Luke shouted to the other guy, who stopped.
'Hey, I've got my mother's condition… And I hate running,' Luciano growled. Luke laughed, and took Luciano's hands. 'C'mon, if we reach the edge there, we'll have a great view.' Luciano sighed.
'Okay, okay, I'll come. Just.. A bit more slow, please?'
'Sure, whatever you want…'
Luke pulled Luciano to his feet, and they walked further, holding hands. Right when they were almost at the edge Luke had mentioned, Luciano tripped.
'Argh,' he did. 'I hate to be-oh dear God.'
'What is it? You don't even believe in God…' Luke smiled, and then he stepped back.
'Oh- Shit!'
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who who, who who?
Oh tell me who are you
Who are you?
Who...
I really wanna know
Oh I really wanna know
Come on tell me who are you
You
You
Ow...you!