It was dark, with the sun having gone to grace other lands with its light. Still, the city was not dark. Quite far from that, it was so polluted with artificial lights that even the stars were overshadowed, leaving the sky, with the shy yellowish crescent, dull.
It was evening, and it was the time for some to work, for others to relax, and for many more, to enjoy the night life of the city.
However, for some, tragedies only left them with the choice to find a place to nurse their wounded heart and mind.
Like Cynthia, who at the moment was walking through the corridor of the hospital. Her expression had nothing of the energetic, successful woman with a good background who had been enjoying her life just a few months ago.
More than the depression of failing at holding onto a budding love amidst an almost cynical situation, her expression held sadness, along with more of the guild she had been hiding behind a strong front throughout the whole day.
