Prologue

It rained cats and dogs on this chilly Friday night.

Alexa stood outside their 2 bedrooms flat dejectedly.

Her clothes were soaked from head to toe. The rain tonight was chilly to the bones but Alexa did not bother to leave

Her belongings and heirloom given to her by her grandpa were still in the house but it seemed she could never get in.

She had knocked many times now but she hadn't received an answer.

How did things get to this point? She now had no home, no clothes, nothing. She is now a waste in life.

If there is a chance for her to rise back up, there is no way she'd let a man into her heart.