10 years ago
The sky is mourning. You see nothing but a glimpse of light behind the thick dark of columbus clouds.
It's sparkling, causing sounds that brings fear and anxiety to everyone. The loud thunder that strikes in the sky gives scream to the hymn of a child from his deep slumber.
People are running, putting their things above their head, covering it from the droplets that slowly pouring in the surface.
She's sitting in the single seated chair outside the store. Holding the books tightly without minding the people surrounds her.
Of all the people running outside, she was the only one that Harold Oliver Shein was watching earnestly.
He couldn't approach her even though he wanted to shelter her with the umbrella he was carrying. No rain fell on him, but his clothes were wet from
