I look up to the sky just waiting for our bomb to explode. I'm too scared to cut the wire because you would be crushed, even though I secretly know I'll be the dead one. I don't know why you won't just go take cover. Apparently my ticking isn't enough, we're not slow dancing, we're playing hot potato with an atomic bomb,

we both lost. We both have been burned. And these scars will last a lifetime.