There were plenty of men around her.
Strangers, confidants, childhood friends.
And the one she kept hidden in her heart.
In a world where people killed without batting an eye, they still dared to hope for love. Only at the very end did they understand that many things never follow the course they were meant to take.
Standing beneath the sunset, she would never again see that desolate figure. Turning a street corner, she would never again collide with that solid chest.
It was no one's choice, yet everyone had to bear the consequences.
So why not face it with grace? You were always so composed.
