She looked at the sombre sky, devoid of any colour or maybe it was in her eyes! 'Melancholia', they had said, only if they understood her pain better.
He walked upto her with a pasted smile, her heart still felt the joy of seeing the love of her life.
'I will come back , I promise', he said, held her hand close to his chest. She looked at him and smiled, my love shall never be your shackles, go away my love, go fly!
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