She was fond of him. But he was confused between the Conflict with himself and the world. A love which was never ment for the Broken. He was realising the World isn't for him as he struggled every day with the inner voices. Killing him Spirtually, Mentally. His life was a confusion between The Real and the Imaginative Realm. Lost his Loved ones living by they're greatest Fears. He surrendered to the Demons. The Demons were a part of himself. He struggled with the Anxiety. Livings his Days as the Living Dead. But all wasnt about him. It was about her too, she struggled in life too. It's not that she didnt feel the broken cluster of herself. She cried and weeped in her best. She couldn't explain that to the World. The World was big for both of them but sometimes Destiny doesn't do justice , that's the rule of Infinity itself. Now if he could've have overtaken his own monsters , his grudges, his hate, his worries , his struggle. She might have given him a chance. But she was into the depths of Darkness as well. The Art of love wasn't in favour of each. But the sun shone high one day. He met her beside the Tree. He saw her for the First time. Tears drew in his eyes. She wasn't holding her emotions back as hard as she could. Then the Wind blew taking the hate with them to one final destiny " The Love They Lost " . There were no Demons they were just you being you like the Rose's shed down the Petal. Or the wind blowing towards her hair as she looked at him or the sadness pictured in his eyes by the sorrow of losing her himself"
