For them it was nothing more than exchanging numbers, stalking profiles and hoping for a midnight call from the other side. For them it was nothing more than stealing glances, accidental brushes and passionate kisses. For them it was nothing more than wiping tears and embracing each other. So was there anything you felt wrong or just wrong? Oh jesus, whose lives were bloom in fairytales? . . . Their lives themselves were short, far too short to even name it as a life.. Individually it was nothing close to flower beds and skies full of rainbows but then them being together was nothing less than profusely infinite paradise. The world says, hope is the world's best possession but flip the coin and it will serve you the worst. The hopes that brings life into a corpse are sometimes hauntingly scarier than death. You hope high, and high hopes aren't raised to win always; some are just built to shatter. It dies when your efforts doesn't work. Sometimes the radiant skies you dreams to touch turns in the darkening dreadful ones. Even if your wills are stronger your hopes betrays you. And all in eden and pertition never knows what tomorrow stores for them and what tomorrow stores for you. . . . - A story of two realistic people straighout of the fairytales designed by a complete novice in disguise.