╔╣█╠╗╚𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊╝╔╣█╠╗

He looks at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Looking at the pictures from their debut till now and then sees that there's a new kind of face which was him, blurred out , as if his face is waning away and vanishing, never to be seen again.

"Why it didn't make me glow, while looking at them, together; without me?" he utters these words forcefully while biting his lower lip.

"It's not that same feeling which I use to feel." he talks to himself while looking upon the picture

"I feel more like I am fading away, like the world has

"Forgotten Me."