"Love is inexpressible... except when it's broken" - Leonard Chen

Hazy clouds drift silently above in the cover of night. Light becomes trapped. Within orbs of glass, reflections of puddles, the glint of dark windows. But the window pane is cold tonight. Fogged up, it shuts her in and shuts her out.

And so she sits up alone. Stuck. Tears silently drip while the night does only to cover her with a cold blanket and hand her a cup of melancholy.