Nothing. There was nothing left. Nobody too... What was love, when you barely saw it, when you hardly knew it? What was love that wasn't warm, that didn't exist? What was a scar, when it never healed, when it remained a wound? What was a scar that lived? Isn't time meant to heal, bring hope? Isn't there always supposed to be that peace we find? What if there was nothing left to keep anyway? How long can a flower hold it's petals against a storm? Will the sky's sun ever show? .