"What are you doing?" he hollered at me.

I froze, one hand holding on to an end of the cable and the other, my ipod.

"I want to kill her."


The air was cold.
Perhaps I hadn't notice it earlier.



There, bits of ones and zeros were floating around in the sea of irreality inside the ipod. And if you were to look closer at those bits you would notice that they actually took the shapes of hearts and half-hearts (broken hearts; presumably).


"Why?"
"You know what I'm thinking, karebu. We are one."
"No! I love her!"
"I don't."
"Let go of it!"
"I will. But I'm not giving it up to you."


He made a deft attempt at snatching the ipod, sending it spiraling out of my hand. However it met the floor with a sickening crack and laid there, motionless.

"No.."

Something red oozed out from its face.




He screamed. I screamed. We want ice cream.