The sun at this time of year always draws the eye. It's not harsh, just beautiful.
But in this chaotic world, how many people can truly find the time to stop and admire it?
In times of chaos, what does good or bad even mean? If you can survive, that's good enough.
I let you go once. This time, I don't want to.
But fate is cruel. Who says that loving each other means you can stay together?
