Seawater clung to their clothes and the saltiness could be tasted from their lips.
A ringing sound emerged from the youngster's pants. It was her phone. A song started to play softly. "Life wouldn't last forever, the tears at the corner of your eye…
This world is never big enough, the smile you have when you look at me…"
The crowd averted their gaze towards the three words on the phone screen. "Little Secretary Mo."
The phone kept ringing. No one was sure if they should answer the call on behalf of the youngster.
The last hint of warmth left the skies.
Beneath the glow, the youngster laid motionless, her left arm bleeding and her long dark lashes falling downwards. Half her handsome face was shielded by her silver hair, the other half pale but exquisite.
