Her world fell apart... All she had left was the purple diamond shard that she clutched in her soft and warm hands that were covered in salty tears.

Love is like a... virus, they say. Love is like a... curse, they say. Love is like a... drug, they say. Invasive, destructive, and so much more addictive than both of them conbined. They're not wrong, Joseph thought to himself as he glanced at that boy who seated across from him in the cafeteria. That boy shone so bright with his group of friends, his smile was a ray of sunshine through Joseph's bland and void-like world. Love used to be a devastating, unworldly and conditional to Joseph, 'How could I ever learn to love someone?' was his oldest and unanswered question. However, that shouldn't be the most major role in his worries, the question he should be asking beforehand should be something rather like... How do I let go of my beloved?