He was the calm to her chaos. She used to be so happy about this all, but somehow, the reality began to hit like a never ending nightmare. Now she know such words exist and able to turn the warmest heart into a stormy gloomy place. In the quietest night, her heart whispered, "You look so happy but you're not really happy. Even your smile curves, but your eyes they don't shine. I heard it a lot that eyes don't lie. The faith has gone. Did you lose sleep overthink about what was supposed to be yours, long before the disaster happened? Or does it still hurt? Listening to the melodies that he once taught you to play when you were still a kid? Does his name feel like a bitter pill for you to swallow?" On the deepest nights, when nobody's awake Her eyes they weep. Maybe I hate you so much that you appeared in my dreams. Those were supposed to be nightmares, but you were there laughing and smiling like not...
that typical melancholic weirdo you often see spending her time alone at the corner of a cozy cafe, with a glass of ice latte and books or laptop on table.