One more chance?

  I walked towards the shoreline holding the bouquet of roses. It was crimson, all covered in blood. My blood obviously . I held it close to my heart overthinking my way to the shore. The sky was dark. The place was empty. The sea reflected the moonlight. It was not calm nor was I. Love is what people suffer from. Love? What is love? Where is love? Who is love? Who? Him? Maybe? My train of thoughts was messing me up.  I am a mess. A mess? I had no eyes nor was I covered in flesh and skin. I had given up my flesh for him. Next is my soul waiting. Maybe if I give my bones away, it will prove my love for him? My soul? Why should I sell my soul to the devil? Yeah? Devil? But he didn't look like one? Is that a question? I stood at the coast. I wish the sky fell upon me destroying me. We were close to the stars? I wished the stars fell on me and killed me so that I would be free from this suffering. Suffering? Is love A suffering? I looked up at the sky. I held the bouquet close to ...

  She cried. She cried like a child lost in the crowd searching for her mother. Her hands were trembling. Her eyes were puffy, her face was all red and her messy hair clung onto her face. She had left him. Him? Him, you ask? Who is he? The man who loved her? The man she loved? The man? The sudden feeling of guilt swallowed her up. She looked up at the ceiling of the church. The weather was stormy. It was raining outside. The sound of the thunder was just an unnoticed sound for her. The lanterns were put up and lit with a tone of warm yellow. They were swaying in the wind aggressively. She held onto a bench with one hand and the other on her belly and stood up walking out. There were people outside holding onto their umbrellas and giving her looks. The pain was unbearable and she seemed not to care about anyone. She searched for him in the crowd hoping he would call her name. But will she answer? She wanted to see him, hold him, tell him that she loves him more than anything. Love? ...