It was still that same night, that long horrible night that refused to pass away. Xan's tall, and built masculine figure was seen plastered on the wall shadow. He was palming the table, lowering his head in disappointment.

The windows began to rattle noisily by the heavy wave of the breeze. He raised his gaze to stare at the window. It had started to drill and storm outside. It seemed like nature was feeling as much pain as he felt at that time.

He threw his hands into his pocket and hastily walked towards the window. He stopped and caressed his fingers on the cold, glossy surface. His head flashed...