Natasha Astrid's POV
My philosophy professor taught us that philosophy was all about asking questions. Asking questions that won't stop even when what you wanted to know had been answered. Ask and ask and ask, like that. I used to not care what happened in my life and the people around me as long as I knew my friend was okay.
But now there were so many questions in my mind while looking into the eyes of the man in front of me at that moment. Why would someone want to kill him? What did he do? Who was he? Why wouldn't I like to meet him? What was there in his life? And what I wondered about everyone was why I met him? For what? Was it just a trip of destiny?
I believed in coincidence, but now I was thinking, what was the purpose of this man? The way he held me was like a safe place from
