Based on the song "Blankly (ManHaNi)" by Miss A.

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Turning towards the road, he stared blankly at it. He didn't want the tall man to see what he was truly feeling. He tried, holding his hand still to keep him there; his hand was so cold it almost burned his skin. He didn't want to accept it, but he had to, he knew he had to let go soon, because withered feelings don't do well to badly placed together pieces of a heart. Because now he had nothing left but memories, he had to resign and pretend nothing was wrong, or they would escape through his eyes in hot and salty strands.
They would scatter and the sun would kiss and pick them up, leaving only faint traces of past, and he wouldn't be able to gather them together again.