Lea was miserably walking through New York’s messy and dirty streets, her eyebags as huge as her internal pain. She was walking to her apartment that she was in the verge of losing, walking while looking down, her feet crunching the autumn leaves while she carried a small book she borrowed from the library.

Her golden yet messy hair moved with the breeze, and she walked mindlessly, before she bumped into somebody, the book falling out of her hands.

“Watch where you’re going…”

She fumbled.