Note from Author

I was sitting beside her. I never forget that cold evening , the warm from the sun was hardly there and the grass was covered with little dews from the past morning rain. we were both sitting on the ground and she's looking up the hills, probably looking at the towers . but I know , with her unfocused eyes, that she's not exactly in the moment. in that time, I watched my dearest friend slowly losing her smiles as she slowly drift her heart from the present to the past where she first meet him.

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