"...Are you okay?" Croaky voice, probably from screaming or crying too much. "Yes." Even though she had lost everything but her life, she was okay. Because she was breathing, warm and still alive. Yes, they were the same. They only wanted to live.
He was a fallen reporter, who longs for peace than anything else in the world. But it was never granted as his world crumbled away. He had nothing left but the satisfaction of a writer before jumping into the dark and lonely abyss where sinners lie.
In that room, the love that will remain for eternity.