The question in Ivelle Astley's mind appears repeatedly. Why do we have to do this in the end? Is it because we don't love each other?

What he sees is endless darkness.

His eyes were lonely and ridiculous.

She couldn't help smiling and looked at the faint sneer at the corners of her mouth.

He looked at her. His eyes were deep, and he bowed his head and kissed her. "Call me!"

She curled my lips, tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes, and stopped looking at him.

His relaxed lips lingered in her ear, and his voice softened a little. "Ivelle, call me!"

She was silent, thinking...