it should be a sin she thought, to love him. The worthy yet not. It wasn’t about deserving but being within reach. He was the warmth of comforting hug and also the burnt of flames let loose ; the cold moon light and also the numbness causing buckets of ice.. He was lovable but not for her. He was a shadow she walked with all time yet visible at will or light. She was darkness , he was the tears. Both entwined by fate yet forced to stay aloof by fate.

She was in love again.. And again on verge of losing it.. It snould be a sin she thought to love people not meant for you,, or had she sinned already ? She smiled as he hugged her. The introspection will wait.