Her view of the world was as gloomy just liked the sky outside. It looked like rain was about to take over the city as dark clouds loomed over them, filling the space above them.
The sun could not even take a peek as the darkness dominated everything around her, seemingly even her heart. Finally, the first drop came as she looked outside her window, but it was not the rain.
"Are you ready, my darling?" She heard a familiar voice ask her. It came from her door where her father stood. Quickly, she wiped her tear with the back of her hand before facing him.
She had imagined a scene similar to this in her mind. Her father would stand on that spot, dressed on the nine, and ask her the same question. Then, she would answer him cheerfully with a resounding yes as her heart clamored with joy and excitement.
But unfortunately, that dream was far from her reality.
