Grappling with the mesh of entangled threads, affinity tries to weave itself from the clutches of wayward outcomes. The mornings are awaken to a complete piece of mind, yet the nights finish with stings of tears in the eyes. Felicity tortured as a fugitive of its enemy. Numbers of times wasted bit-lipped, trying to contain real emotions when facts throw callous daggers at what is deemed unsympathetic.

The day arrives, and she will discover extreme sorrow of memory, long passed-on recollection of the only soulmate that has her humanity retrieved. Up high amidst the heavens, she is there intently watching over, silently prophesizing better returns in the next life.