Clockwork leans on a stump in the center of a thick forest, fiddling with a leaf.
Sun filters through the canopy of trees, swimming across the forest floor.
Everything but the sound of the birds is silent.
A calm breeze rustles the leaves.
Suddenly, a sound breaks the silence. Clockwork looks up.
"Hello," said Paul The Hybrid, though Clockwork didn't know who he was yet. "Hey," she said quietly, realizing he was too a creepypasta.
Their eyes met and maybe, just maybe, they were in love.
Maybe it was pure luck, meeting in the forest, same place, same time.
Or maybe it was meant to be.
They met in the woods once again, sitting together at that same stump, talking.
It seems strange that these two killers could have such a normal life for just an hour, speaking of feelings, unhappiness, past occurrences.
It was obvious what the other was thinking.
I love you.
Paul was the first to say it.
"I love you," he had said, and they had looked into each other's eyes before Clockwork kissed him.
(the end i guess)
