Author's Point Of View

Instead of returning to her room, Zerina wandered the third floor like a lost spirit. She sat in the shared lounge, gazing through the tall glass windows until boredom tugged at her. Eventually, she stepped into the balcony, seeking a better view of the sunset.

The sky was painted in streaks of purple, orange and soft pink as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was breathtaking.

She sighed.

The beauty of it made her chest ache—especially knowing she ...