Prologue         She came like wind blowing my heart and soul floating in the sky.   The wind that became my wings so I could fly high and h

A collection of Jeti one-shot.

December is the final month of a year where people like to celebrate Christmas along with welcoming the new year, everyone seems to be happy despite the weather is freezing to death. I watch my father and sister discussing which side they should put the Christmas tree in the living room. From kitchen i can clearly hear them saying they should buy more accessories and some other stuff. I sat here with both hands holding a cup of hot non sugar americano, something that gives me a little warm.