Iris

I PARKED the car at the top of the hill—a park and a perfect place for a short hike for couples. Right now the beautiful scenic landscape decayed and abandoned. The twinkling city lights that supposed to be breathtaking were gone and nothing but a gray and dusty dead city from the top.

The chains of the tree swing set creaked and sounded like in a horror movie, but we were not here to be horrified. This would be the last view we wanted to see—the sunset—to watch the sun as it disappeared from the horizon.

“Wanna go out?” I asked Colt, who was blankly and silently staring through...