There was something so dead about the night that held the secrets of two hearts. The sky was dark with a veil of nothingness. No star peeked behind the curtains of the clouds, no wind blew in a soft way. Everything was so harsh for them as they lay there, dead in the cold silence. What is it about love that kills without one dying? Why was it that it made them sacrifice their love for each other in order to protect the people they love too? Why is it that love that is the deepest, always becomes the first one to walk to the gallows? Isn’t love meant to be sunny days in winter? And the cold juice in summer? Was love so lively so that seeing it would make love fall in love itself? The two souls were intervened together, not with a red threat but a broken black one that showed how they left b
