The wind whispered to her once, claimed that she was not going to make it. She dropped in silence. Thoughts of hers slowly gripped her soul and ripped it from her humanly body then turned her into a walking corpse. She felt absolutely nothing. And there was this hole inside of her, where you wouldn't let her blossom her love alive. There, grew a moon. She found your orbit by scanning the circumference of the universe. You said you were sorry to leave such a moon inside of her. But it was your fault nonetheless. All she wanted was only blossoms. And now she hears nothing but her heartbeats every night. Thudding as if it is you wanting everything back, but that's just all of those ridiculous nostalgia knocking her broken window. The apparition outside; it's nothing but the wind who whispered.