Love After the End

“We are cursed,” – she whispered, and she took my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the wounds, getting dirty and looking into my eyes-“Don’t you realise that yet?”
Yes, she was right-we are cursed as it is… inside, along with the poisonous bitterness, there was a madly joyous realisation that it was mutual. Only it wasn’t going to make either of us feel any better. We both knew this was just the beginning. We’re falling… and we’re going to fall lower and lower. One day we’d crash. People won’t understand or accept our love. We’re brother and sister.