A young love that begins with butterflies and bliss and ends in the dark abyss of desolation. You talk; you laugh together and cry together. You hold hands and smile at each other in between classes. You can't seem to stop looking at your lover. You kiss and sing and dance in the rain. Every atom of your being enjoys every atom of theirs. And one fine day, one of you wakes up to realize that you don't love the same person anymore. One moves on and the other is left behind to fall into the abyss of agony. The memories never seem to fade. Young love is just hormones messing up with our brains and hearts, and will vanish as time flows. But what if it stays? What if it clings to us and keeps maturing every day until we realize that it has become a part of us? And what if....What if there's no one to pull us out of the abyss?