She was only wearing a thin long-sleeved T-shirt and black jeans. Despite the heat being on indoors, she couldn't help but shiver with cold.
So cold, she felt cold all over. A piercing chill seemed to penetrate from deep within her bones and spread throughout her body, leaving her hands and feet icy cold.
Tara Summer stood leaning against the window, her right hand on her stomach and her eyes lost in the rainy night outside. Her face appeared calm, reminiscent of a soulless porcelain doll.
Her slender and fragile frame seemed ready to dissolve into thin air.
After standing for a while, she was again tormented by the pain in her chest. She clutched her chest, her eyebrows furrowed, finding it difficult to breathe.
Stumbling back on the sofa, she fell onto it, the pain contorting her face.
"Why does it have to be this way!? Tara Summer, wake up!" she pounded on her chest with considerable force, every punch landing on her ribcage, but she didn't feel any pain.
