~4 seasons which held him uptight and callous, though, he never gave up. Indeed, "It would hurt to know the truth, but love won’t be worth it unless you risk it for the purpose of an unknown answer, though perhaps, it might be a mutual feeling." 

In the midst of a slight rainfall, heavy dreamy clouds enveloped the heavens which, whom someone believed them to be serene place, somehow. The boy caught himself heaving a deep sigh, pulling himself from the unarranged papers scattered on his small table by the side of the window. From there, he traced her name on the moist window, allowing the silhouette curtain to laze beside him. He was never like this.