Fiction.

We were running, so fast that everything around us became a blur of colours, and scents became a mixture of everything unidentifiable.

That should be the part where I said

"Stop."

Instead I had let us stayed that way, peaceful in our oblivion,

until we finally crashed and burned in a way that rivaled the intensity of fireworks, or of a torched mansion.

Honestly, who could give us a better ending?