Her eyes were dark and luminous in the weak light of the
moon.
The gentle breeze made the leaves dance and sweep through
the meadow, bringing with it the scent of rich earth and flowers.
They should have been wrapped around each other, sharing
chaste kisses and fumbling gropes.
Instead the rope swung ominously between them.
Attached to the tree branch high above, the intricately tied
noose was a temptation they just couldn’t resist.
Gasping breaths…
Bright flashes of light behind closed eyes…
The euphoric rush that accompanied the deprivation of
oxygen.
If they only realized how dangerous it was.
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