The sky was tainted with blue and indigo hues, hinting that a storm was brewing. Your gaze never left the breath taking view of the horizon, despite the gloomy sky. The laughing and bickering of the people around you sounded faint while you were lost in your own thoughts, reminiscing and hurting. Robin was holding a small meet and greet with her fans, you were invited as a guest. She insisted that you should attend it, knowing that you were probably still hurting from the departure of his brother. Your boyfriend, Sunday— who's probably now considered to be an ex lover, a fugitive.

You swirled the glass of wine in your hand, watching as ripples form in the drink. A lively event couldn't shake off your loneliness, longing for a presence of a certain someone.

"What brings your somber presence in such a wonderful event, if I may ask?" a gentle voice exclaimed, you turned your head to the direction of the voice. An ordinary woman was standing behind you, her skin was gold in color. The feeling that you know someone but you really don't was like what you're feeling right now.

"Have we met?" you asked.