One such person in this world, was gloomy, his heart was calloused, his existence was a vauge shadow of what it used to be.                                        This dull existence was to the torment of a love that had gone sour, he loved too much and dived too deep. He was a hopeless romantic, and his partner was a disease that out his happiness, a leech. Now here he was, lost in this monochrome world of darkness. Hurting himself with the thought of all his worst events. He hurt himself telling himself that his lovers actions, were his fault and trying to convince himself that she was not a bad person.

Others would call him foolish, these are the people who have never fallen in love. This life style tore him apart day by day, he fell into a rut. Yet this routine gave him a sense of comfort, and was unable to give it up. Because he knew as soon as he was out of this rut that he would no longer have anything to do with that person.