Subconsciously, it was always known that there would be a tumble down a pit as abysmal as the depth of feelings attached to a certain someone. The fall was not something thoroughly planned because like so many, the illusion of love had successfully blinded the subject to even the bleak possibility that the so-carefully-crafted world would come crashing down in but a moment of poorly selected collection of words. In all honesty, it was received with great surprise when the end crashed around like waves amidst a turbulent sea. It wasn't expected to get so messy so quick.

But fact remains. The tower toppled. The waves washed the shattered remnants ashore. And no one came forward to claim what had been lost.