It was something very far.
There was no telling when he'll reach it. But upon remembering the melody of the whispering wind, the dancing leaves and a strum of the guitar. Continuously playing like a broken serenade, too hopeless yet sincere.
Amidst all of these flaws, the playful grin of a young man was ever so beautiful.
The strings plucked with gentleness, with feelings of uncertainty, through emotions beyond incomparable. Hands are shaking not with nervousness but with a wound carved from the past.
The very same fingers that confidently strokes his cheeks a while ago were a clumsy mess.
But the light blinded his eyes and soon, he'll be able to hear the song from miles away.
Chapter 1
The wndows in planes were indeed a bit different compared to a room. Though the sky was a scenery
