They were never about moonlit walks on the beach or intimate candlelit dinners or even whispers of love into each other’s ears. Yet, when these two souls collided, it was an explosion between stars, galaxies, universes… a raging cosmic war, for their encounters were about passion, fury, and perhaps most of all, the baring of their very hearts and souls.

They did not merely bare themselves to each other, they viciously tore, gnawed, gnashed at each other, until nothing was left of them except for a pitiful heap of what had once been their hard shells, now shattered and broken. They bared themselves, but there was nothing to bare. They were hollow, empty, only shadows of what they had used to be. It was in the darkness, in the utmost secrecy, that they came together, two hollow shells, and allowed themselves to break down.

No one would be able to explain their peculiar behavior, not even they could. Perhaps they were insane, or perhaps they desperately needed each other, but whatever the twisted reason was, they could not cease their sinful rendezvous.