Elena's POV:

It was a chilly night, and the heavy rain falling made me drained, both physically and emotionally. It'd been hours since I had escaped, and now I strode along the street, lost in thoughts, devastated, and lonely. I had no idea where I was heading because I had nowhere to go or run to. I yearned to lie on a soft bed and a soft pillow and knowing I had nothing made me driven to depression.

Lost in my devastating thoughts, I kept shuffling along the street, hands in my pocket. The street itself was only, I imagined life to be unfair, to have taken everything away from...