Everything has gone silent. The chattering crowd, the music. All I hear is her breaths, a symphony of its own, in unison with mine. We’re the only two people here. We’re the only two people who’ve ever lived. Though she may be Verdanian, she is not made of ice. No, she is a fire. An unholy, consuming flame that is setting every inch of me ablaze. How long can she look at me before I completely turn to ash?
