The diligent light of the fireworks smudges at my face, those dots of sparks which were puppy like cute are now dull huge spots on the sky which is constantly draining my willingness to live this through.

As I slowly watch the shower of the huge growing dull dots, I think about how happiness is. Isn't it glamorous, so consistent and much unlikely. I don't know when was the last time it preached the last lesson to me but I still remember the tone and aura of the sound of it. It was lovely, mesmerizing, too-motherly and warm; it didn't had any forms but I do not complain, the consistency was favorable.

Back in those days, I never knew about their values even though I was cherished with twice as much, I was spoiled in its shadow that I never thought how the sun rays would feel. I regret that.

The second thing that I love is rain. So much cold it is that the warmth of happiness protected me from it. The rain may appear to be antagonizing but I was on a par of extreme level of gratefulness for the villainous outlook for me. Because of it, I got the warmth.

It's not like I wasn't given the treasured warmth on basic occasions or on a consistent basis, I was just enjoying the extras, appreciating every touch, I wanted to breathe in the touch.

But at this very moment they are breaking. With flare of the fireworks blinding my eyes, a burning sensation hurts me from the inside. I can't...I...can't.

Breathe.

My final verses ended with the last breathe and before I close my eyes for the first time, another sensation hit me.

This time, a cold touch.

There wasn't any warmth in it, was just like me venturing in this mist of a body clouded with fake hopes in the eyes.

Well nonetheless, if I care. Sorry for your lose too. It wasn't sincerely obedient but what can I do.

Ha...no tears this time I guess? Too much drained from the flares.