Tears in her eyes conveyed a lot.
They told a story of…
Love, agony, pain, hurt, anger and hate.
Yes, they were in love.
Madly, truly in love
Then, why wasn’t he there to make her smile before the tear drop invaded her eye?
Why did his eyes object her bald view?
Why did he stare with hate and disgust at her bosom-less chest?
Why did he prioritize lust, not love?
Love?… Bull shit!
There is no such thing.
Bossom-less, unbald, carefree, brave and happy she leads her life.
Leads a life without Love.
A life of happiness●