“and I still hadn’t changed my opinion,” she said. “I still believe that a double suicide is the absolute highest display of love there is. Think about it, two lovers dying in each other’s arms. What in hell can be more romantic?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “staying alive for each other’s sake, maybe?”
“What? That’s, like, not romantic at all. The longer you stay alive, the higher your chances to fall out of love. Nothing chews at love like life does. That’s why death is the answer. It’s the only way to immortalize love. It’s the way towards that plane of existence where all you feel is love and nothing else. I wanna go there!” She squeezed her fists and eyes, braced herself as she said it.
“Well,” he said, “We’re both out of a job, unwanted by family, no home, no cash, no future…”
“All we really need is love!” she screamed, jumping into his arms