Kazan's P.O.V
I had never seen such a girl like her. The one who dared to stand in front of me with her head held high. As if she was not at all afraid to die.
Yes, she was the one and only Summer.
I knew her.
I had always seen her at school.
Actually, she was the only girl I had ever bothered to look back or even remembered her name all these years. No, not because I wanted to chase her or anything, in which I had no interest at all, but only for whatever she was. Her boldness, her courage to stand for the right with all her dignity, her fearless attitude and her fierce appearance without any concern about what others would say, always forced me to look back at her in admiration, which was so unlikely of me. Like other girls I usually come across at school or other places, she was ne
