None of it is fair, nobody is hale, nowhere is bright .

When fate turns around, even pretty flower makes you choke.


As she wrapped her arms around him, silence roared and words fell.

His heartbeats were speaking pain and his hands seeking comfort.

His tears started hers and she was stumped if they came out of love or sympathy. 

May be his pain spilled love. 

May be her care for him did.

Love was baffled too.