"The difference between blossom and buttercup is just appearance and everything that comes with it ".       

Isn't it ? Whatever ? ...........    

But they do have an influence on one another. 

Right ? 

I remember her, in fact, the only memory I possess of hers is when she was sitting on a comfy couch..... , well, the couch looked comfy to me. Never mind. 

Pin drop silence, pouring rain, thunder rumbling, fierce lightning, and serenity, everything was in its place. Candles ignited in the room, the only light in which one could see her bright face. The room was dark, lights switched off but I got my LIGHT. 

Everything was quiet, as like as I could hear her breathe, while being far away from her. The clock ticked, the only thing it can do unlike humans. 

TICK TOCK.............

But the ticking doesn't eat brains. Kidding.

She was thinking something. Something, very deep. She was indulged in her thoughts so much that she even forgot to drink the water that was poured into her glass by herself a few minutes ago. Calm on the outside but who knows the intensity of the storm arising on the inside.

Everything was veritable, but then the gushing wind that came from the opened windows choked the candles resulting in sheer DARKNESS. As the gale grew violent, so did the clanging of the windchimes.......

 But it didn't change anything in her stature. 

The banging of the windows even made the water in the glass vibrate.

Then I noticed something, something strange. Suddenly her bright face started to grew dark, as the clouds cover the moon in their arms.

That's the only memory I'm left with, of hers.

That's the memory I possess of hers.