The shadows of the evening were elongating into the night as a lonely figure stood above a tall building and stared at the city below which had been blanketed in white due to fresh snow. The wind was freezing and yet it didn't bother him.
The snow was as white as his wings which flapped behind him as if he was ready to take flight and yet he stood there with a solemn face, sad and lonely. He had sent her away and yet his heart was a constant mess, his life seemed blank without her, and the colours she brought to paint the canvas of his existence seemed to be dimming away, leaving him in that black and white.
It had been 24 hours since she sent that text, informing him of Yurian's illness and now her phone was constantly switched off. She didn't even tell him what had happened to Yurian. This worried him, could it be that he got injured during a mission? No matter what he said, she wouldn't listen to him, she wouldn't even respond to him or tell him any details.
