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The wind blew hard and a piece of paper traveled with it. No matter what direction the wind takes, the paper also did. It was lost, just like it's owner. But it isn't just a piece of paper trampled, torn and was left on the road. It has something more to it. Probably something more than the paper had witness while it flew with the wind. Because somehow, the paper tells a story from someone who could not fly anymore like the paper did.

Somehow, the paper flew for its owner.

Again, the wind blew, but the paper didn't change its place. It moved but it remains in place - not on the ground, but between the spaces of the slender delicate fingers of a lady owning these gorgeous orbs which are slowly running through every letter scribbled on it. A tear unconciously escaped from the corner of the orb's chamber.

It falls down as she reads each word inscribed on it.
 

Because on the paper, she found a fading ink... and it mirrored what she couldn't say.


 

When you left me, I found myself devastated. Shattered. A wreckage.


Just like your promise that you wouldn't go aw