Hand in hand, they walked down the trodden path again. The fingers were locked, even the hearts were too; but still there lay a silence unknown to both. It wasn't long ago when these trees had heard their laughter. It just felt like yesterday when they had shed tears with those leaves. But today, the feelings had just vanished.
He was a brush who painted her canvas. She was a pen who scribbled on his paper. Together, they were a sky adorned with a rainbow.
But today, someone had stole their colours. The color of his love, and the color of her trust.
The hearts were still tangled, fingers were still entwined, but their love had become a rainbow black and white.
