Because now, you; the one who cared a lot at one point of time, the one who was innocent and thought everyone else was too, the one who was utilized in every aspect and was not even asked if I was dead or alive anymore. Now I am just a passer by. And you are also one of them. Though, It still hurt, it still pained , but still heart wore a blanket of feelings I had for him , HE WAS THE ONE WHO WORE THE MASKS and pretend that he had no feelings and the truth was, "he was a man with no heart as well". Alone here she stand up on the edge of her life, just in a longing to leave this point and travel far into and deep dive.
“Losing him wasn't a story she remembered from early childhood . It was in her face, debilitating her like a sickness, robbing her of all senses and physically, excruciatingly painful. her mother's words echoed in her ear . She had to fight for, and She went down fighting. None of it was ever going to be enough.”