In wax and stone lies a story known...

"I cannot take it anymore.You are selfish and cold and can never be in love" cried the wax statue as it melted into a hot pool of droplets.

Its stone counterpart stared in silence, as the world around mocked at it being so unyielding to emotions.
As it was kicked around with scornful words and hurtful taunts, nobody noticed it was slowly getting chipped---the heartless one was made of stone after all, they thought.

As time went by, the winds of change blew again...

The wax statue was remodelled into an exquisite design once again, by the artistic hands of a talented craftsman.Being made of wax, it moulded its self smoothly to the flame of love and passion and soon enough, the world was captivated by its breath taking beauty.

The stone sculpture that once was, however refused to adapt to the breeze of love---for it had already known its brunt.
Being made of stone, it had silently stepped into remorse and self destruction---neither uttering a cry nor offering any explanation, the grief gnawed its way to reach its core.
So disintegrated became its personality, that no artist in the world could change it into anything akin to its original self, leave alone something better.
The flame of love and passion could only make it hold its self for a while---always until old memories swept in and then it would crumble again to bits, taking down unexpressed hopes and hearts along with it.

The hurtful words of a loved one had slowly chipped it off its strength and splendour.The isolation from someone considered no different than its own self had eaten away the very essence of its existence, which once was the reason it stood proud and tall.
The misunderstanding had chiseled out an abyss of pain beneath its tough exterior.

While the wax statue was surrounded by applause and accolades, its stone counterpart had transmogrified into a good-for-nothing pile of grit confined to one end of a dilapidated construction site.
Soon the quarry workers would decide its future.But either way it was doomed.

However, there lied a strange kind of solace.
At least now, no one was complaining...