Right now Regina was sitting on the second floor on a private balcony along with Vulture while a piece of sad music was being played in front of her by some famous pianist at the center of the platform downwards. As if that sad music was being played just for her, it was sending her back to the events that had happened earlier in the morning that day as well as last night.
It was early in the morning when Regina woke up today, but even though she had just woke up, there was no energy or glow in her face, looking at her face one could tell she had not slept the whole night, her hairs were glued here and there on her face, her eyes were red and swollen as if she had cried the whole night, her face looked as if it was covered in a layer of tears that had gone dry and had covered her face and her hair looked as if she had never combed them in her life.
While sitting on her bed Regina looked all over her room and remembered what happened the last night.
