The tenets of their story had no structure, no boundaries! They used to breathe freely in the world of jasmine flowers. Series of conversations of the last phase brought back his dark memories from the past and this time it was her who engraved the same old wounds once again unknowingly. He could only see her in unrecognizable form or quite recognizable in other way. Amidst all the chaos and conflicts, he eternally felt a distance from her. And how did she survive the explosion? She didn’t, she couldn’t, she was burnt ..and all she did, was to long for him. After the repetitive eruptions, finally her desired moment emerged and he was there. It was him but the soul flew off to infinite uncertainty. She sensed that their season had passed away. He carried a bunch of commotions which split her finest string of love.

The war was still not over but their charm did fade away. What did it take to hold onto love?…it snatched away themselves! She failed to show what he should have seen and she was all broken before she could embrace his part of inner mayhem of emotions. What she couldn’t think of, was the possibility of his dejection from her. This time he couldn’t see her anymore, he couldn’t see that all her world revolved around him, it was only smoke out there and the war inflicted lack of faith in his part of soul. His eyes told her that time had finally come. His love was her fresh breeze and now the air was filled with only sense of hesitation.

That undying madness finally learnt to behave practically and it was time; time for a magic to come to an end. He lost his conviction and she lost her existence and it was the end of that not so happy ending. What was good in her goodbye?..nothing, simply nothing!

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