A slow music which was a mixture of ballad and country occupied an empty room with nothing but just one bed and a table. It was vacant, empty and even the soothing sounds of the record echoed and bounced through the walls of the room desperately wanting to get out but the windows were closed. There was a huge storm outside which broke branches of trees and swept out small huts which were outside ─ it was that time of the year again, Christmas festivities.
Lunara stood nearby the closed window looking at a blank view and listening to the huge storm outside as it made its effect and created chaos, after all she was in an empty world ─ with no one beside her apart from loneliness and emptiness. She loved Christmases and holidays, memories of her and Nazar came to mind.
