"It's ironic how we often forget the things worth remembering,but remember the things worth forgetting" - Annonymous 

The once vibrant skies turn dull as it starts to drizzle over the park. The leaves high above the ground are moistened with rain water. The flowers are damped and the grass is soaked. The path turns into a darker shade of grey as the falling liquid touches the gravel. In the distance, a silhouette can be seen. She stands solely with both hands beside her, her head down with her almond brown hair cascading her face, hiding her emotions. Lifeless is the word that would best describe her at first glance.

 She was merely a speck in a sea of monotony.