They both died holding each other.
One died with bitterness. The other with longing.
She thought: They were meant to be.
He was bitter because he felt this life was wasted with her.
She was still longing for him even in death. Even in nothingness.
Their families carried both their bodies on a cart on a long and dusty road.
If was on the 50th bump on the road that both bodies fell to the ground.
This is where they were buried.
As with all things in nature, transformation happened.
Both he and she changed: he into a scorpion and she into a butterfly.
One was destined to a new life of dealing death propelled by rage.
The other a life of longing for the sweetness of nectar.
The scorpion looked at the butterfly and thought he knew her.
She looked at him and wondered why she felt an attraction to something evil and deadly.
That thought lasted just a second.
They went on their way: one, to deal death, and the other to give life.
And this is how their one-time love ended in separation.