Their eyes met for a single moment as she felt compelled to kiss him. She pulled out a cigarette and chuckled to herself. "You must enjoy looking at me, Detective." His eyes shifted away from her and towards the snowy road ahead. "Well, you are a sight for sore eyes." he chuckled teasingly. They both began to laugh and silence shrouded them slowly. She held the cigarette against her lips-- not ready to light it yet. "Where shall we go?" he asked, still steering the wheel. She pursed her lips for a second-- smearing her lipstick against the cigarette. "I suppose we can go to your place and have some overtime?" she giggled. He smiled a bit and chuckled warily. "Not my thing and you know it, Alize." She pouted and sighed while looking out the window. He glanced over at her and looked back at the road. "Do you ever consider death more than life?" she questioned. "Pardon?" he asked. "Do you ever think about dying than you do living is what I mean." she said, now looking at him intently. "Hmm... not really." he said. "Life is too precious to waste on thinking about something so negative." he continued. Her eyebrows raised slightly, then her expression became sullen and collected. "I suppose you are right..." she trailed off slightly. He glanced at her again. "Do you?" he asked. "Quite often, actually." she answered coldly. He pulled the car over suddenly and they both looked at each other. His expression was more concerned and hers-- distant. "Why?" he asked sternly. "What life offers and has offered me has been nothing." she explained. "I often wonder if death is more miserable than life is." she giggled at the thought-- his eyes now piercing into her.
"Don't think like that." He said sternly. "You are a valuable person like everyone else in this city. So don't think like that." he said. She held the lighter to her cigarette and and lit it then turned towards the window.
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