Falling should be like wisps of dainty feathers floating down the ocean of love and darkness. Atleast that was how it felt for Sofia when soft green eyes looked at her, his cherry lips curled into a smile. There were flowers adorning his small necklace and kisses embroidered on his neck. Maybe that was what it felt like. There was a reason it was called 'falling'. Because Sofia fell hard for Harry and wouldn't wake up anytime soon. ••• A sweet romance between a woman broken by her husband's demise and a man broken by his abusive ex-girlfriend. Maybe the two broken souls needed to find solace in one another before finding solace within themselves-along the way.