Pit a pat, the soothing sound of the rain.

Tik a tak, the longing step of yours.

She stared on her ceiling, felt empty. She was neither sad nor happy.

That yearning feeling was uncertain, she didn’t know whether she missed him or she used with loneliness.

She used to be left hanging.

Their grip was quite loose, contemplating her between let it go or hanging a little bit more.

She was too in love to let go yet too tired to remain the same.

There were so many reasons to cut their knot but one action could turn heart around.

She was always been this weak for him.

He was always been her best man.

She loved him and hated him at the same time, no, she hated herself.