All our secrets were leaked and exposed.
I never talked, you were a married woman, and I was so fucking young.
Our town never beheld such a scandal.
Love gave up on us.
I saw him crying alone, moaning us.
I begged him to come back. He said we became too dry, too ignorant, and the corridors of mercy were sealed.
I guess our sin is passion without boundaries, we never measured.
Tight communities never pardoned their lovers.
Death was the solution. The curtains closed on the final chapter.
The next morning, two bodies were found confined with yellow leaves.