The mosquito and the fly.
Perched vertically on the bathroom wall where they had often made love, they were inches away gazing at one another, but it might as well had been the distance of worlds between them.
They loved to sit and stare,
examine and speculate,
wonder and guess,
show and tell,
fly and chase,
love and be loved
and lie and cheat.
They knew what they were doing was forbidden.
Yet they soon began to fall.
Deeper and deeper, the black hole began to tear into more than just the size of a pinprick.