A Blank Canvas (Ch.665)

I still remember this day quite vividly, it is the morning after a cold and stormy night and dawn has come with the beautiful rays of sunrise and a much needed warmth.

This morning…it boasts of the most beautiful sunrise I have ever witnessed, unmatched even up to this day. And try as I might, I cannot forget it…

I cannot forget how even the eternal darkness that had long taken hold of our world seemed to stay its hold on this day, as though in acknowledgment.

I can still feel the warmth of the sun that graces our skies on my cheeks, banishing all the chills.

The sky is unusually beautiful on this day...too beautiful, I loathed it.

I can still hear my father's anxious footsteps, pacing this way and that. I do not care much for it, but I would soon come to.