Her voice was soft, as though she had exhausted all her strength, all her courage, just to call out his name.
The rain, vast and encompassing, pelted her petite figure, hidden beneath layers of filth and grime...
She lay supine in this murky accumulation, utterly lifeless, staring up at the night sky...
Observing the raindrops, larger than beans, cascading down the streetlight, she suddenly curved the corners of her lips into a smile.
Behold, even the heavens were mocking her foolishness...
What had given her the courage, after being hurt once, to choose to give themselves another chance for those three words she couldn't let go of?
Had death not awakened her?
How much did she truly love Casiano, to the point of repeatedly being unable to harden her heart, to tread the same old path without any hesitation?
As Alla thought of the past wounds that caused her to bleed, she suddenly laughed...
