James
She was standing, quietly in front of the burning building. Her small shoulder showing on how much burden she has. To me, losing this small apartment did not mean much to me, but for her...
It means a lot.
She remains unmoved. Watching the scenery right in front of her eyes. Witnessing her everything burned into nothing. On how she lost everything.
This was just like the beginning of my twisted self. When I lost my parents, I felt like I have lost everything. Something that I achieved in order to make them happy was instantly useless when they were gone from me.
Will this girl be the same as me? After she lost everything, she will became twisted. This pure little Angel. Should I let her? Or should I saved her before she became like me? The angel inside me telling me to save her
