They didn’t have those prolonged goodbyes. On that day, they didn’t even hold each other’s hands that frequently. They did stare in an indefinite manner and felt lost in a profound sea of melancholy. They did sense an unavoidable void consuming their inner peace and chaos emerged. The chaos was not devastative; instead, it snatched the very repulsive power of human race. It made the surrounding world more sluggish; precisely non-existent. It instigated those core values inherent to the existence of a soul. It was a face-off between one’s own self from past to its present. They both realized that time had placed a tricky affair. They took a trip to the memory lane and tempted to stay there for a while; however, it was time for a long due apprehension. Truth often allows us to travel through those tunnels of our hearts where we barely wish to go. The date was not a perfect one, in fact it was not meant to be!