We are bonded by destruction. We drink love until we see pink elephants walking the streets of Manila. We even hear the same song like the faint clinking of the xylophone next door. We are indeed two of a kind: a fish and a fish, slimy yet beautiful. We both reek of sadness so we cling to each other. Do you agree?

No. We are not. I am fire and you are ice. Look at us. We are an abomination. I am donning a tee with a picture of strawberry milkshake which I wore to school today. You’re wearing you slacks and your black polo from work. I talk, you listen. You never talk at all. I never listen.

But last night happened, right?

Maybe.

You’re confusing me.

Yes, I am.

Last night, tense chills came up my spine as you came closer. My body was cold with sweat and my breath stank with spaghetti and orange mints. You hugged me and you never want to let go.

But the click of the clock was like a sawmill grinding me to pieces. The sand drifted away too fast. I savored every kiss but I am fire and you are ice. I melted you. You killed me.