And today, again, he was made to flaunt the curfew because of the beating of today. Warm tears dropped down his cheeks as he shut his eyes.
He was fed up. Living like this was miserable and he wished there was a way out. If only that stupid woman had not come with her stupid prophecy...
Just then, a girl passed by the tree. Niniola, she was. She looked left and right, her eyes squinting into the distance as she placed her hands to her hips.
"Where are you Sunday? You ought to be home already... You did not allow me walk you home..." She muttered; a sad look pasted on her face.
Suddenly, she looked to the tree and squinted more. "Sunday?"
"Sunday? Who did this to you?" Niniola gasped as she lifted him to his feet, his left hand over her shoulders.
