It was cold, extremely cold and quiet.
So quiet, you could hear the falling snows, crackle like burning wood ignited by a wild fire.
In winter!
More so that you could hear your own.
Heart beat.
That's how quiet my life was.
When you left.

Maybe if purple wasn't a color.
No one would have noticed it,
On the right side of her face.
Apparently, it's all that's left!

When tolerance goes instead of love!
He knew it was time.
To call quits.