The street was dark, dimly lit in the populated areas frequently visited by individuals. Winter was almost over, but the environment was still quite chilly at night. Hazel sat by the window, admiring the neon lights from the top building, huge and gigantic sky scrappers, street lights illuminating the dark street, car lamps flashing with a passing speed.
The street was quiet, yet some faint noise evoked fear to a lonely heart, blood pumping in the veins as well as several images from the trembling heart.
Human's heart was just that fragile and sensitive, no matter how much courage they put up, due to their sensitivity, a part of them still had fear lingering at the string of their heart.
One's fate was connected to several strings of fate belonging to others and no matter how much they
