A tear, a heavy tear. Once you feel that heavy tear falls down the brim of your eyes, you surrender your feelings and let them fall off your eyes to ease the burden in them, but then your hearts fill-up the grief weighing you down. Eventually weakening your legs. As your knees bend making you fall to the floor lets your sorrow surround you slowly.
When you think you have had enough, you cry more. Remembering everything all over again.
The crumbled flower in her hands as she held on to it. She hurtful whimpers could be heard halls away from her chamber. She sniffed whimpering and mourning, she could not let anyone see her in such a weak state. But she could only be as strong for her mother.
The morning when Rose picked flowers for her father and entered his bed-chamber, She saw him sound
