I've never seen such a handsome Devil, with a whip that looks like sickles. She makes my world look fickle, like she's ending the world of angels. So I go make many bets, which I win in the end. Yet every game needs to end to start another with it's end.
It was the last bet. This time, It was she who made it. She had said I would regret if I went to Heaven without her and in return I said "My dear, you would be the one who will regret going to Hell with me." To say the least she won and Got the Last Laugh.

§ounds louder than
İt is suppose to when you don't know what to do.
Łies hurt more when you're sitting in it, waiting for something to happen.
Əverything you see seems to turn your eyes icy and watery.
Ñumbness comes after the Blood on your hands.
Əspecially when you realize that you murdered innocents and Death himself in the
Ğŕeåť. Wåŕ. Of. Silent.

"Grbrb!" Does the glowing water
As Jill drowns in her wait underwater
The river person above continues
rowing his boat unknowingly in his lonely river

paper hearts form a heart shape seemingly All around his boat,
he notices
He touches them, mesmerized
but not surprised

He figured his love was there, so he let the water gently drag him to her thereafter

Jill had been gone 24 years ago
he had taken too long
It was his choice
Jack wanted to go along with Jill
Love was always a foolishly cautious trap.

Don't you agree?