Her red curls were in a mess; her clothes were all soggy due to the rain that heartlessly poured down on her. She held tight onto her phone that already died on her, believing that someday, some angel would come to her. The thunders roared above her and she felt her head getting heavier. Without any strength to persevere, she sat down at a quiet alley, her back laid against a building, her mind wandering in the cold dark night. ---