Lola Martins and Nate Cassidy
He was taken and she was lost. But times changed and roles swapped. Yet somehow they stay. That feeling of rush isn’t based on romance but on their influence on each other. Like life’s dirty little joke. Like Ikarus they flew too close to the sun. Wings melt, bodies falling from the skies. Each hit is harder than the last. They are learning the hard way that their heroes led lonely lives, that to be truly free you have to lose all the ground you rely on. Let go. He falls. She falls. A front on collision violently throwing them both through the windshield. The glass cuts their skin. Blood and pain everywhere. As they fly they see the wounded victims lying around them and they think of infinity. Even with a gun pointed at their head they choose temptation. This is their destruction that they will pull to ruins and as it breaks them they smile. Loving every second of the explosion.
