They were all bruised and bruised from struggling to love someone. It was once a gentle hell, tempting them to step into it step by step. They wandered inside, waiting, and waiting. When the last bright light in hell was extinguished, they struggled for survival again and were covered with bruises. However, now the thing was waving, smiling, and even hugging them again, but they didn't know whether it was hell or heaven that was waiting for them this time. That thing is - love.