'Why don't you share your sorrows?'
The end of his cigarette turned to ashes as he drew a puff.
'I used to.'
Her forefingers massaged the aching temples of her wilting face.
'It might had relieved your pain. No? Why not now?'
The smoke leaving his nostrils was now filling the space between them.
'They laugh with the laughters spread by you but, Nobody cries over a grief belonging to you.'
Her palms rubbing against her eyelids.
'It's easy to dance on a melody than to sing a melancholy.'
He smiled at her, drew another puff and broke his gaze on her.
