Love, On A Withered Path.

ed. The gentle breeze of the midnight co

be embedded in profound ignorance of the late-night-world. The crickets and other creeping creatures of the night were not left

m shining at it's peak, on th

ettes of many variants formed against the background of the duo lights. Some taking the shape

e earth without remorse. His eyes red, with a distinct vision. His ears were alert and adapted to pick up all minimal sounds present, but he wouldn't mind doing that at least, not this night. He would sigh from time to time, hitting his fist against an unseen enemy in the air, indicating an obvious disappointment, anger and frustration. His heart beat so fast as he placed the left hand on his chest, as if to ascertain the inf

this night! Maybe, the whole time he walked something very crucial was going on, in his mind. He was in a deep thought on how to confront or solve whatever that

A graduate of the prestigious Brook's University in Hashville. Upon graduating, he took a job as a High School teacher, one many despised and considered stressful

resting firmly on the left palm, a gesture that portends confusion and a lost in thought. He stared at the infinite heaven like an experienced astronomer studying the galaxian bodies, then began his journey again. He was probably heading home, after spending grea

ne had kept him in abject confoundment. This was the main reason he did met her to establish the gravity of the issue. She retariated her prior stance, leaving him emotionally shattered. 'How could she do this to him at this point in time in their relationship? Does she actually knows how much of everything he has invested in her just because he was convinced she was his destined

building located on the east side of the town. He hard rented an apartment in the building two years ago from the proceeds he made in the

ried to ignore the sentiment the picture had revived, by laying on the bed with his eyes closed. As if he was hypnotized, he stood up and began staring at the picture again. The temptation can not be withstood. He had been trying to think less of her but her memory kept haunting him. His emotion was running high--higher than he previously thought. A stream of warm tears gushed down his cheeks rapidly. He rubbed his palms against the ey