THE MEDAL

A leaf fell on her head and then on the ground. She picked it up affixing her stares on it.

The leaf is still greenish, what then laid it to falling Down from the tree when it isn't yet weak…?

She hissed throwing it away, even at that…she watched it flying in the air attributed to the blow of wind

Her head bent low, she caught the medal on her neck

" My name is Cassandra, but I think this name doesn't suit me in anyway. If possible to change My name based on my life situation, I'll do that. But what will be that name…? The only...