With poison on his lips and tongue he had known Alexx will run back to him, in Cris's arms. Never his. She was probably never his at all. Oh to love without the price of grief, of agony. To love without the crown of wilting roses and thorns, without the ache of a heart that forever yearns for a heart that will not be his. His footsteps leave behind prints of remorse and longing. Of what-could-have-been's and shattered remnants of a heart that only loved and loved. • • • Hunghang Flashbacks (characters and art) rightfully belongs to D. Borja. I only own the plot.