On June 30, 2010, Christopher Robinson was lounging on his bed in Frovence International Hotel, next to the sleeping Amelia Cobb.
Neon lights climbed up to the thirty-second floor through the uncurtained window.
In the room, the scent of opulence mingled with the creamy aroma of cake.
Amelia had become Christopher's redemption in life.
He never thought someone would pull him out of the abyss.
Make peace with this not-so-friendly world.
Everything he witnessed in his youth transformed from a blade piercing him to frothy bubbles.
All of this is Amelia's credit.
He should thank her.
Thank her for pulling him out of the abyss.
The aftermath of the cake falling rolled in Christopher's mind, she initiating a kiss, whispering her love for him over and over.
She reversed their roles, taking the dominant position unusually.
Making him feel her initiative.
What a rarity indeed!
