"Faster Jules!" She screams in my ears.
My blood boils as I grip on the leather steering wheel, another asteroid hits on the passenger side triggering my awaken, kicking adrenaline. The sky is falling, the night's light is dying, she pants in horror and keeps looking at the rearview mirror. Our star gazing date night is destructed by one simple mistake she took. One simple temptation she fell for...sin.
"Passion," I say. My foot is shaking on the accelerator pedal, nonetheless I'm pressing on for dear life. She didn't hear me call her, her mind is in a terrible jungle. "Passion!"
She turns to me with her green eyes wide as saucers. We're both shaking in fright.
"Did you take them?" I ask, straight to the point.
"Jules-" she withers and checks the rearview mirror again.
"Answer my question Goddamnit!"
"I did," she admits, defeated. "I did before we left."
A slap of my sweaty palms on the steering wheel makes her jump and makes the car swerve over an open hole in the ground. "Shit!" She screams as the wheels screech. I quickly swerve around it but it's too late one front tire is stuck inside. Great!
"Jules, you're scaring me," she sobs.
"This never would've happened if you didn't take them!"
"I c-can't stand my ad-ddiction," she stammers.
"Now you've cost us our lives, Passion. You've cost our lives," I shout. She shakes her head, her brown curls bouncing along. Her beautiful green valley eyes are watering, I refuse to see a beautiful goddess cry. So I gaze up at the stars through the destroyed truck roof to vision the stars descending. Meteors are hitting the scattering ground one by one in raging flames, passing through the Mesosphere, to the Stratosphere, next will be the Troposphere.
"Jules, look at me," she pleads. I turn to hesitantly look at her, my jaws clenching. She places her cold caramel hand on my pale cheek. Shivers soar up my spine not because of her cold but because of the truth.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I'm sorry, Jules."
"We're gonna die," I whisper back. "This is the end, Passion."
"I'll never take those pills again. Believe me Jules. Forgive me," she pleads. Our foreheads touch and her nose brushes mine.
I keep pressing the accelerator pedal but the engine is silent. Her blue truck a ghost town.
"It ends here," I whisper.
Space's lack of gravity lifts us and we slowly choke on it's harmful gases.
