Thoughts of a Dying Man
The winds of hell roared in their ears, but they didn't care. He knew that he should push her away, but could he do that to her? Leave her here in life when she loved him so? Her eyes were brimming with tears of joy and of horror; he wanted to brush them away but he was crying too, for the life they could have lived together. As the pain of hell tore their skin and clothes, as if they were nothing more than leaves being scattered by the wind, well, it isn't as if he didn't notice that she had very nice breasts
