While you lived in this world..bliss was a synonym of my life, rain was beautiful and petrichor was divine..after you left this world..bliss is just a word in my vocabulary, rain has lost its beauty and petrichor sucks...

She hated rain and everything
connected with rain..then one day he came in
her life..she fell in love with petrichor, rain and
him..then one day he left this world..from that
moment till the remaining three hours of her life
she hated petrichor and rain...

Her sixteenth birthday took her
virginity away from her..her seventeenth
birthday took her mom away from her..her
eighteenth birthday took her dad away from
her..she desperately waited for her nineteenth
birthday because her life was the only thing
which was left with her..her nineteenth birthday
took her life away from her..before her death
she smiled for the first and the last time after
continuously crying for the last three years...

I have changed...

Once a king of hearts is now a slave of puffs...