It was shining brightly, but the air is cold. It was a great weather. Just as he was about to doze off, something hit his head lightly. Waking him up. He squinted his eyes and tried to see who it was, but the sunlight is too strong, so his eyes had to adjust to the light again before he could see clearly. “I’m sorry!” a girl in a white dress approaches him with her bicycle by her side. 

What happen when something has been taken away from you? Do you fight for it? Do you leave it?