The wind is blowing softly, gently on his pale cheeks. One of his hand holding a bucket of flowers. White lilies with pink roses, someone he loves dearly favorite’s. The leaves are singing along the branches, makes serene sounds around him.

Under big black umbrella, he closes his eyes, letting the wind play with his hair. He inhales deep breathe. A tear falls on his pale cheeks. He tries to calm his beating heart. But nothing changes.

It hurts.

Every beat, he feels pain penetrating through his system clearly.

He feels weak.

Another tear follows as he muffles his sobs.

His knees can’t even support him anymore. He falls on the mud. He’s wet, and dirty. But he doesn’t care. The pain takes control on his body.

With trembling hands, He touches the tree in front of him. It has one and only picture, a proof that she ever exist in this world, in his world.

He cries, pouring all his heart together with heavy rain. It’s as if the world also cry along with him. His