"WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE YO BE THROWN?"

A week after the war.

Anne has lost her sleep.In the night when everyone is sleeping,she creeps out of her bed and goes outside in the balcony to watch the pale white moon.She stares for a long time at the moon and thinks if it too has suffered from the war. Glowing in the night sky alone, only to shine for earth even though they can't stand together.

In Tristan's room, the maid found a poem written addressing to Emily.The maid thought of handling it to Anne. Anne opened the letter and found a poem--

Our Riverside

Feel the wind,

It has a sweet melody,

A melody from the past

The past which I long for

But my longings remain unfulfilled.

Feel the rain,

filled with melancholy.

Melancholy filled with certain memories,

memories from my past,

past which I yearn for,

Alas! to the past I can't return.

Look at the snow,

Cold in ones hand,

Still shines in the land,

carrying thousands of pain,

for it was separated from rain.

Look at our Riverside

where our time was dyed,

dyed with my love,

love which I yearn for,

atlast my yearnings remained unfulfilled.

She folded the letter and took it to her room.She was surprised to see William present in her room.They both look at each other. Eye contact.He looked at the sheet and said "Things that hurts are better to throw away."Anne raged on his sense of addressing Tristan's writing, she came very close to him and said,"Where would you like to be thrown?"

He looked at her with big eyes.Nobody dared to speak infront of him like that and she did that in seconds.He said holding her arm tight "How dare you?".She said looking directly into his eyes,"You would never understand this until it happens with you."