Melissa stared at him.

"Why?" she asked.

"That's exactly why. That question. Why should we live? Why are we here? Why is life so horrible? I don't see a reason why. Do you?" Listening to Chris, she realized that she couldn't think of an answer either. A reason why they should live.

"No Chris. I don't." They looked at each other. Melissa nodded. Before he could consider it, Christian grabbed his knife and held it out to Melissa. She took it and opened it. Looking at it for a second, Mel took a deep breath, grabbed his wrists and sliced them open. Sucking in his breath, Christian took the knife and did the same to Melissa. Dropping the knife Chris took her hands in his and looked at her.

"I love you Mel. Always and forever."

A single tear traced its way down her cheek as she replied, "I love you too. More than you will ever know." They lay together on Chris's bed, each looking into the other's eyes, and wondering what came next.

The next morning, Christian's parents found them lying there, and tried to wake them, ready to yell at their son for inviting his girlfriend over to do who knows what in their house. But they were dead.