R E A D.

Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..

He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.

When their paths meet, will the blood be able to wipe out the tears?

Will the tears be able to heal the wounds?

Can they become each other's salvation?

Will they mend each other or in the process, deepen each other's wounds?

A story of blue. A story of sadness.

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