Alias: "Autumn Burns Eternal Marks"
You have never told anyone how many times the sky fell when you were alone. You are just used to raising your head at that moment, looking hard at that little bit of light, and then swallowing it, like swallowing a hot bitter pill. You learn to carry it alone, endure it alone, and put the broken things back together piece by piece in the middle of the night. You feel like you can go on like this forever.
Until one day, someone came over and didn't say anything, just stood next to you. You find that you no longer have to bear the sky alone. Because when you looked up, his shoulder had already caught it.
Intention: "The moment I have you is the same as having freedom."
