He didn't know where he had come from. When they met, was it love at first sight, or a deep affection that grew with time...
He remembered how he had once cared for him, and how he had once broken his heart...
He (looking sorrowful): If I never appeared before you again, would you cry for me?
He (calmly): No.
He (nodding knowingly): I knew it.
He said he wouldn't cry. But when he was no longer here, when everyone had forgotten him, when he was gradually forgetting him, whose tears traced a path down someone's face?
A fleeting moment of splendor unsettled whose eyes, whose heart...
A moment of love broke whose heart, and took them from this world...
