'We were in love here'

She steps back from the wall, looking at the black writing that she made from the pylox. The wall that become a witness of how much love that they cherished before, before it comes a big mess.

Everything has just changed, but it turns as it shouldn‘t be. Hoping the diamond will stay on your finger, but end up beaten in the boxing ring. Monday they‘re in love and next day being each other‘s red. The fibers looks so neat and seconds later change into a mess.

Now she can only stare at the wall, wishing they could knit the hole on their clothes and start another day. But it‘s just a wish, because the hole is getting bigger and the threads can‘t hold it anymore.