It was expected. It happened, naturally.
She loved him. He loved her.
Long ago, her eyes had lost all colour, her view had become black and white.
But she loved him. He loved her too.
Years passed, peacefully and beautifully. Their relationship flourished, it stood strong.
Then, at once, her world turned completely black. Dark. Empty, like an unending abyss.
She loved him. He left her.
The feel of crying and mourning by people who knew her resonated in the park. People looked on, their eyes following the coffin as it was lowered into the ground. But somehow, there was a difference.
She still loved him. He told her he never did.
