"If I die tonight ima make it look pretty." You snickered. You looked at Carl and he looked at you with fear.

"What?" Carl said, he sounded like he was worried about you. "Are you okay?" Carl placed a hand on your knee.

"What? We might die soon. Might make it pretty." You smiled at Carl.

"Please talk to me... Whats wrong?" Carl looked at you, he couldn't lose you. You were his everything.