Every night, as she used to, opens the door and stands on her balcony watching him from a distance giving her his back stepping towards the sunset। The more he steps forward the more he disappears with the sun, departing!!। The more he gets far from her, the more she feels going to hell!!॥ As he still looking to the sunset, she becomes deadly broken and feels as if she was torn into pieces just like when an unwanted paper is torn and thrown to the ground then swept to* the past rubbish* uncaringly of what it contains to be gathered even if in a box -if not in a heart- to be kept with old memories!!!!
What a hell!
