As gentle as a feather, it was his landing. And its heat spread across the surface on which it had fallen. A tear. A call for help from a soul in sorrow that cries out for mercy. A sign that, that being, needed comfort. The one who without a little hint of mercy had been taken away. Conditions had led him to this. When after having fought against the very destiny, his reward had longed for. And although its fruits had glimpsed. Destiny had another planned path. Two souls and a beat. Two lives and a reason to exist. They were sealed by love. But fate played with them. A clear sign that it would not be easy for a long time had appeared. And both had accepted the path they were going to travel together. That union that was getting stronger and stronger. The tides of that ocean had become chaotic. The sway of feelings was appreciable to the surface. But love between them could only do one thing, grow.

Even though all these thoughts flooded his mind, his eyes remained fixed on that small puddle he had left behind so thin, but a significant tear. His soul and his heart were calling his beloved screaming, and his body was bursting with tears, those that long ago had been of pain and that was not supposed to shed more, but now had broken his promise to remember that not everything you want It will be or will happen. Why fate is like that? Why was his body betraying him? Why couldn't it be alright? Why couldn't he be with his beloved?