Lucy was walking down the stairs.
She climbed the unknown steps as her head was spinning like a never-ending headache. But in the middle of the lobby, her eyes fell upon the open space of the palace.
Without a single thought, Lucy walked over there and stood against the railings.
Her hands were grabbing the railings firmly. She brought her face out and against the strong winter winds, her face was bruised with the cold breeze.
Closing her eyes, she was enjoying such a coldness, as her heart was burning with desires.
The alcohol had made something inside her turn sharper. Her instincts or probably her legs were paining.... to feel the closeness with Davis again.
Standing on the balcony of the place, her mind was soothing with peace. Finally, when she closed her eyes, glowing at the moon, she came across a never visited sight.
