• "I'll be right back. Don't worry, I'm just making a call," he said to her, and kissed her softly on her cheek.
    Amy smiled. He was the best guy she had ever been with. She leaned back on the wall. Her black, sleek bob looked marvellous with her bright green eyes under the moonlight. She wished he'd never go away. Never to be taken away from her.
    Suddenly, she heard a bang. It was Lucas. And he lay on the ground beside the phoneboothe. She ran to him. He had been shot.
    "Oh, Lucas," she sobbed. "Are you alright? Please, please don't go away."
    He smiled weakly at her. "It's okay. I'll be alright. Just promise me one thing, Amy. Run as fast as you can, away from this place. Go far away, so that they don't come after you."
    "What? What do you mean? You're shot, Lucas. I should be calling the ambulance. Who's coming, Lucas? Who is it?" she asked, so confused, and so scared.
    He started to get up, but he was shot near his chest, and it hurt so much. "Amy, there's no time to explain. Just go," he said hastily, looking to see if no one was coming.
    She was so confused, and speechless. There was a kind of fear in Lucas's eyes, that she had to listen to him for his sake.
    "I love you, Amy. I want you to always know that," he said, thinking that they would be his final words.

    Their lips touched for the last time, and they parted. Neither did know what fate had in store for them next. Neither did know what would happen to them in the future. Neither knew if they were going to meet each other again.

    to be continued