The taxi, dripping with the escape of lust, drives through the breathe of the quiet place , passing the men and women bowing to their own masses (serving as the sole reason she had no belief in any form of emotion other than pleasure). Tongues collide as his fingers slip down her jeans yet quickly pull away to the sudden halt of the taxi, suspending their flight in autumn's midair. They seem to only exist when problems become healing and when healing creates problems. She leads him up to her infamous apartment, showing him the true meaning of a broken heart.
