Suddenly the flower turns smoke. The silent blackhole finally explode and everything she heard breaks her heart whole. 

It was just the beginning of the end. She never thought of those moments so far. Tonight, her heart splits in two, apart. The hidden torn of flower finally emerge.

Drawn to his action and sweet voice. Her attitude and confidence says that he wouldn't crush her soul. Vanishes like a smoke from a mountain burned. Hoping no one wouldn't notice that someone made it all.

Suddenly, breaking down was the last option. Silence. Just like the moon did not defend himself to the universe. Just like the sun did not have the choice but let the rain take its place. Just like mine who don't have choice but let his words break my whole.

Walking away isn't like traveling to a trip that assures a return. Nor taking you to your favorite fast food restaurant. Neither to your happiest moments. But it's like ending your mind, body, and soul. 

Yet, remember there are a lot of flowers in the garden and one might the reason for her to keep moving.