Harl was your senior of two years, ye was the one who showed you love. Both of you had the most beautiful relationship, but unfortunately that was shortlived.

Harl knew, if given a choice between your art and something else... You'll always choose art, no matter wh. at.

Maybe that's why he didn't fight with you when you choose to marry someone else whom your parents found for you. After all your parents didn't like him.

He knew it wasn't your fault, never was. He never blamed you, won't ever.

Standing at the intersection in heavy rain, waiting for the signal to turn green to cross the road, you try to process everything that happened.

You are officially divorced now, but unfortunately your 4 year old son, Elio, choose to stay with his dad, your ex husband, Andrew. The full custody was given to Andrew.

Harl walked out of the cafe, holding an umbrella, he saw you from inside the cafe standing still even though the signal turned green.

"It's strange for a girl who hated to be get wet in rain to be getting soaked like this."

He said as he walked up behind you, keeping a distance as he tilted his umbrella to cover you. His gaze fixed on the back of your head, he knows if he sees your face, he won't be able to handle it either.