her gaze was fixated towards his retrieving figure that never looked back. the rain had stopped, but her mind hadn't. regret was pumped by her heart to her whole body, but she was determined not call his name in her croaked voice because she was afraid to sound needy. the angel and devil on the either sides of her shoulders kept on telling her how she did it right and how he could've stopped her. and that moment, she realized the essence of her existence was nothing but a couplet in his ballad, while he was the subject in hers.
