Stubborn people.

Longing.
Dying hope.
Hot, salty tears.
They are result for our broken love that doesn't exist.
It's only in our stone hearts, screaming us to notice. But we are stubborn people.
And people like us, don't listen that kind of voice. We are lost, drowning in a whirl of love and lost. Still, even we aren't aware of our feelings, we feel rare...odd name that our hearts begs to us.
I know who you are. I know that you cannot be tamed. We just are.
We are people of Nightfall.