Swallowing the woe, he sat quiet completing his story. Infront of him, she, the bride, sat with tears rolling down her rosy cheek diminishing the freshly made make-up. Both of them were dawdling in the world he was thrown out of. A day before marriage was a not a better time to reminisce the past but they did. 'I guess you are hoping to die along with her, in that accident.' Her words were so sour, sad and hurt. He chuckled weak. He anticipated her response. The star on his top staring at him, cursing him to reply the truth. ' She will never forgive me if I accompany her to heaven.' crumpling all his ache he answered. She giggled with her tears halted in amidst. The smile cured his pain. His past. His rotten love. 'I could never forgive myself if I wished to die after reviving in your hands.' he again gave a heavenly reply. She feebly leaned her head on his shoulder. In surprise. In ecstasy. In a new relationship. This time descending the heart beat she weeped. Her tears are token of love from his past love. From the star that was watching them from above. The dead star.
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