A Dangerous Relationship

Me and cliches have a complicated relationship.

Movies on a first date? Sure, maybe unoriginal but not unenjoyable.

I love dramatic proposals at national parks and that sappy one red rose crap. Give me all of the fluffy and awkward cliches of life, I'll eat it up. But when the only door in a windowless hall is locked, and you're running for your life you begin to reevaluate the fabric of the relationship.