The clouds above them oozed and billowed across the awakening sun, casting the meadow into a shadowy darkness. What began as some high winds and a smattering of fragile rain has turned into a heavy cry of wind. The wind doesn't howl, it screams. The rain doesn't fall it is driven, hard, merciless, torrential. The trees do not sway, they creak, bend and moan as their protrudung limbs are torn away and their autumnal leaves become yet another scatter of mess where the insects feast upon decay. Fortunately, Sehun and Lisa arrived at the resturant in dry condition and immediately consumed with warmth and comfort. The air is thick with the scent of coffee, which reminded Lisa of the peak of sunrise. The dawn came with a musical silence, the soul hearing the melody that the ears could not. A new day had come, new possibilities, a fresh page yet to be written, a fresh page that became deprived of colour and stained with the dark ink of the storm. Why had the weather become so crepuscular?

Sehun's assembled friends soon appeared in sight. Lisa could identify Baekhyun like a shining needle in a haystack, with his polished locks and the vexatious, yet somewhat entertaining bellow of a laugh. The other's soon appeared in clear sight; surrounded by prosperous, alluring women and beguiling gentlemen whom praised their beauty like a colossal of art. It was still hard to grasp that such 'gentlemen' were declared the most handsome within the kingdom, when beneath their beauty, stood a figure of coyness and mockery.

Claustrophobia is both a gift and a curse to Lisa. When the walls close in, she wantes to curl her hands into fists and punch right through them, nothing was indescructible. All her life she spent tearing down barriers and breaking through solid cement as though she was trapped within the earth. She knew the walls were not moving but unless she could feel some essence of a breeze, her heart would pound erratically; as her psychological state searched for ways to escape with all the methodology of a bouncing ball. Sehun gently took ahold of Lisa’s hand. Tender, human contact could wake her from her psychological nightmare and she exhaled, allowing her lungs to be free to the humid air. He guided her to the table as though he were her own personal knight in shining armour. Lisa followed behind in his shadow, yet In the grip of silent panic, she felt the most cold and envious eyes detect her movement as though she was trespassing on property, it was as though every gaze pierced another fragment of her, and she could feel her blood rushing towards her heart, which pumped so vigorously from fear. H