The Presumed Aftermath Of Joan and Aleiston:
Her radiance turns dusk from dawn.
Her smile relinquishes rusted dreams.
In her presence, every action he makes jeopardizes everything.
Attempts to hear her voice deemed impossible to the point senses fail.
Was he just invisible entity?
Did his very exsistence meant anything? (To her)
Who was he?
The Slient wall between screeched into his ears.
He was never accustomed to talking to walls.
Or perhaps he was just taken for granted. (Cashvin)

So now the shards that pierce through the surface.
The glass slowly penarates the flesh.
He bears no pain. His emotions are his greatest afflictions .
No blood is loss. No scars are left.
Only vast emptiness surrounded with uncertainty.

In the end, I guess I'm just a "kid who didn't make it and never had it at all". -Patrick Stump
(I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth /Summer Song)

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