She felt the gushes of cool breeze on her face. She felt the sharpened edges of the four-sided frame beneath her touch. She looked at the image of the two of you, feeling nostalgic about the days the both of you were still happy by each other's sides. The feel of your lips on hers, the soft caresses you gave her on her waist, your tangled long fingers with her small ones, and the whispers of those three words. Now she was left with nothing but memories to cry for. She was devastated with the fact that you chose to leave her because of the cruel judgments given by the society. Isn't she enough? Is it in the society you find love? Those were her morbid thoughts before she jumped out of another four-sided frame. Falling, falling, falling.. losing her everything only left with a color - pitch black.
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