these two are soulmates: pen and paper. one cannot worthy exist without the other. one would be useless; one would be lonely. unfortunately, one day, the pen run out of ink. it's too late for them too realize that.

pen is in both pain and sorrow. pain for the loss of ink, sorrow for the loss of value. pen keeps on crying inklessly until he can't handle the loss and just give up.

paper cannot handle to see pen suffer so he strive harder to find for a refilled ink. days and nights flies in, pen's grief just got worsen up. lucky pen, paper is here to save his day!

it was that certain afternoon, paper is excitedly running towards pen.

but it was all too late. pen was already dead. paper wanted to revive him but it was forbidden to bring back the dead, so, without thinking twice, paper crumpled himself and jump into the garbage where pen's grave is located.