In just a few short days, Purple Summers had become haggard and thin.
To draw an improper analogy, Purple Summers' love for Alexander Summers was like that of a devout Buddhist devotee falling for a butcher with bloodstained hands.
She had seen him murder before, but those people were far removed from her world. They were killers, assassins, desperados, for whom death was a destination.
Yet, when she discovered that framing and plotting happened around her, her heart was filled with both fear and pain!
Not long ago, she had naively thought she stood at the pinnacle of life, having secured a bright future in her career and a love that was uniquely hers. However, in the blink of an eye, she found that her career was a reluctant reset, and her love was the fruition of manipulative schemes.
She fell hard from the peak of the mountain!
Crashing to pieces!
