Theron’s Point of View

Even though I had clearly expressed my intentions of helping her, she didn’t even as much as glance at me, she simply continued to walk forward, pretending as if I wasn’t there.

Her hair reflected the sunlight, and it radiated like a crown of gold, she looked like something unreal despite being in her worse condition… She looked like a dream… like a wish.

  Naturally, I would leave the moment she refused my help, but there was something about her defiance ...