At eight o 'clock, Steven's phone rang, he looked at me in a dilemma. Just as he was about to answer, I grabbed his phone and turned it off, and switched mine off too.

It was raining quietly outside, every drop burdened with pain. I leaned against the chair and watched Steven examining his watch again and again. He intended to speak but didn't.

Swan Lake! What a beautiful fairy tale. But it was only to excite little girls who expected great love. There was no cruel devil or ...