Fate can be cruel at times, but why must it always interfere with love, and why must it always be the slave, even surrendering to it? Fighting the fate that has already been written on your palm is difficult, but it is not impossible to change.
After a while, they arrived at their room's entrance. That was the run-down old place. All over the room are broken cracks in the wall. The paint on the wall appears to have worn out centuries ago, as if it was never there at all. Only a few small pallets of paint remain, which can be seen if one looks closely.
The room was much smaller in size, but it still had two beds squeezed in it with one window in the center and two small beds in the corner, and it was on the second floor of the building.