Jill took a bite of the apple.  She felt the grinding of tooth over tooth, the juciy piece of fruit flesh squishing inside her mouth, the leathery texture of the skin.  She enjoyed expanding her sensations, giving in to the electrical signals of pleasure send by her brain into her body.  That's why Jill liked being in love. 

 

  After finishing up her quick snack, Jill decided to take a walk by the block in order to douse her face with some very fine vitamin D.  The day was bright and everything seemed so lively and colorful, her mind was spinning with little fantasies of flying, singing, and for some reason, dying.  She didn't like that, but it happened quite often, Jill somehow, couldn't stop thinking about death.   She never really felt any fear, it was more of a curiosity on what happened after than the actual act of death.  So she walked on, her world turning and twisting as she went by, her head giving her sweet treats of irreality. 

 

  She was so entranced on her own world that she didnt notice the boy walking.  She didnt notice the gleam in his eye, she didnt notice the gun in his hand.  She only heard a bang that snapped her out of her fantasy, towards a cold, chilly air.  She was fading out, her eyes were screaming for an asnwer, her mouth gasping for a word of reason.  She felt weak, she went limp, Jill was no more.

 

  Johnny had warned her.  If he can't have her, no one else would.  He tucked the gun under his belt, and started to run.  His head spinning, his heart pumping, his legs taking him far and away.  Johnny said he was in love, but he never seemed to know how to handle it.