Syra arrived just before her show was about to start. It could be said that it was all thanks to her coworkers looking after her, or else she could have been fired by now.
It was a blessing that she was friends with her colleagues and that relationship surely helped her a great deal because they would always see to it to cover for her whenever she was late.
Syra left the store in a hurry not because she was not grateful for the store owner's kind gesture. If anything, she was even extremely thankful that the old lady gifted her the toy that she wanted.
But as much as she wanted to express her deep gratitude towards the other party, she could not afford to dilly dally anymore and risk running late to her job.
Her colleagues would not call her unless the show was about to start. Her tardiness would definitely spell trouble once it was made known by her employer. She could not afford to lose the job!
Syra badly needed a job to earn some bucks since she was practically living from paycheck to paycheck just to make ends meet.
Yet because of her condition, she could not simply take on any normal jobs.
Unbeknownst to anyone, she was dyslexic. In fact, Syra and her family were actually on their way home from her therapy when the accident happened thirteen years ago.
Her condition made it tough for her to do well in school, especially since she did not want anyone to also know her condition
No matter how hard she tried to read letters, she really could not do it like others.
It was as though whenever she tried to read, the letters were just sort of kept on dancing before her eyes!
That was why any job that required one to read was something out of her league.
But good thing that Syra, somehow, had a knack for performing. Singing, acting, dancing... name it! She could certainly do it.
But reading????
NAAAH... That was way out of her options.
After she was done performing, Syra ran backstage to take some rest but after a couple of minutes of doing nothing, she felt quite bored.
There was still an hour away before her next performance, so left with nothing else to do, she decided to take the toy glass that she received from the store owner earlier that morning.
She casually shook the toy glass, to let the snow rained inside, then she placed it on top of the table next to her so she could admire it closely.
For some reason, the sight of the falling snow seemed to have a calming effect on Syra. That was despite the fact that she also happened to lose her mother during the first day of winter.
She clearly remembered the other party's blood turning the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
In fact, that was actually one of the few remaining memories that she got since she also suffered from amnesia after the accident and she could hardly remember anything from her childhood.
Syra allowed the calming effect of the falling snow to lure her to sleep, and before she knew it, her mind was already drifting towards her dreamland.
In her sleep, she dreamed about the night of the accident. She dreamed of how she was hanged upside down inside their car, then of the incoherent mutterings around her.
She tried to listen closely to their conversation, but she could not pick a word from what they were saying.
Everything seemed to be shrouded by fog until a blinding light and an explosion outside the car shook her out of disorientation.
She saw the hand reaching out for her, pulling her out of the car.
When she was a child, she used to believe that it was her dad who saved her that night. But her recurrent dreams told her otherwise.
In her dreams, there was this mysterious man that showed out of nowhere. He carried her frail body with his sturdy arms.
Syra wanted to see the other party's face, she would always try her best to peak at his face. But whenever she was about to catch a glimpse of his face, she would always be interrupted and be woken up from her sleep.
"Syra, wake up. Your show will about to start. You have to get ready."
A colleague of hers shook her out of her slumber so left with no choice, Syra rose to her feet and started preparing for the upcoming performance.