It devastated Esma that under the first snow this year, her tears flooded her cheeks, saddened by the real fact of her disconnection with the family who had taken care of her for a dozen years.
While walking through the frosty edge of the road, with her hand, Esma removed her cry over the gut-wrenching moment in her life. Behind her, a man who never intended to leave her side tracked her footsteps yet his courage to interrupt her reverie paused along with the halt of Esma's feet. He undeniably knew how shattered her world was now so that it was being alone what she needed.
The girl in front of him kept paving the curb with her eyes nowhere but to the direction ahead of her. With no destination to go, Esma just strode following her steps which brought her only to the tunnel of the darkne
