Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180102002903

You have been playing a tune on your guitar. Your human lover left you for a rich goat. She seemed to never loved you unless you provide money. But you can't do that.

As you walk, soul flames danced around. The melancholy has interested the souls. The eyes filled of sadness.

Many lovers are around you, and you cry inside. The pain in your heart weeps. The wounds have opened. The eyes have exhausted.

You pass by a single Gandharva that was playing a happy time. Here have voice, but no meaning like yours. You just pass by her. Just like she's nothing.

You hear feathers flap and scratching is produced. It must be her.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

You just stand there for that moment.

Wwyd? 