Euphoria
The air in the room suffocated her, this ill-fated romance was never-ending. Sarael rubbed away her tears and turned off the gas before going out of her room. Even though it was a spring night, the cold wind woke her up.
She didn't mind the cold wind decluttering her mind. The moonlight gleamed in the sky full of stars, as the strong gush of spring breeze passed her. With things in her mind, Sarael wandered in the night.
She pondered to the stadium without even realizing her steps. It was until her eyes landed on the glimmering figure sitting in the middle of the field with moonlight resting over him peacefully.
His back turned towards her, but she already recognized the figure and he is not someone she wishes to see right now. In haste to leave the place, she twisted her ankle. Shrieking in pain from the injury, Sarael caught his attention.