It was early in the morning, when baby birds started chirping, when rustling leaves harmonised the melody of birds' carols and when slapping cold winds turned fair complexions into a rosy shade of pink— but also when fog shrouded the beauty of all of this.

The morning was beautiful, and so was Beyrl's condition when air sauntered leisurely through the windowpane and glided smoothly through her loosened long hair. She was satisfied that she was still alive to experience tranquil wintry mornings for a few last times— she never knew if her cheeks would ever be able to meet the same smoothness and coldness after she meets her doom.

She stood on her bare feet once again, her long white dress swaying loosely to both sides as she walked up to the windowpane that seemed so far away but was, in reality, a few meters away from her. She tried to reach up to the high window so she could peer out of it, tiptoeing. As she slightly succeeded in at least being able to experience coldness at firsthand, she smiled genuinely while breathing in and out the scent of moist and damp air in early mornings but as soon as she opened her dreamy, glazing eyes, her smile dropped to its knees, and so did her heart stop in its tracks causing her muscles to tense vigorously and hands to abruptly loosen its grip off the window's metal bars, only to fall once again to her sides, as her body, too, found its way to the hard ground.

She saw him