We don’t exist in other worlds. We are just a pair of light, waiting for a chance. My chance to belong to you and your chance to be with somebody else. Your flames are burning and mine’s as cold as ice. I never knew fires can be cold. A dying faith in believing in something between us stirs inside me. Though you never notice it, never do even a glance. You just keep going on, not looking back to where you’re from. And it hurts to know how we don’t exist in other worlds, but only in reality.