Don't you have friends?' This question got her attention when she silently designed a beautiful ring, in her sketchbook. Her almond eyes glistened with the fallen afternoon's orange sunlight, gazing down at the girl who was looking at her profoundly. At that time, she wondered how could a person look so perfect.

The afternoon's soft cooling wind danced with her hair, Her head unintentionally shook twice. “ I don't have.” She replied with no thoughts on this. The girl was undeniably ...