His eyelids frozen, his eyes fixed into hers, piercing her soul as she lay in his lap, as if seeking to exchange his soul with hers. He deserved death more than her. From a distance it would be a perfect photograph, tears frozen on their cheeks. And if tears could speak they would say 'I am sorry. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do this..' Both motionless, even death couldn't do them apart.