Viktor wrinkled his nose as the pus oozed out of the pod. It was nasty, yet melodic as it dripped silently into the container he was holding underneath it. How could something so wonderful give off such a smell when punctured? It was just like his heart; filled with contentment and love then exploding with hate and fear. He tossed the empty pod away, taking another, wishing it would be that easy when it came to matters of the heart. He knew it was hopeless though; and sighed as he listened to the drip, drip as the pus poured out.