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....Out of the blue, Jane began to cry uncontrollably, her tears was like a stream breaking through the fine contours of her hispanic features. With the waves breaking at the background, the sound seems to complement with the temporal element of Jane's sobbing in an sequential manner. She dropped down onto her knees in the balcony, grapsing for breath like she was fighting for her dear life. The same question ran through her confused mind, "Why must this happen to me...?" With each passing moments in this endless stream of time, Jane became more devasted and she threw herself on the hard ground, pleading it to embrace her heart with the coldness that will lock her sorrows away. Unfortunately, it did not. The bedsheet that she was holding onto flew away as she buried her face in her hands, trying very hard to control her tears even though she knew deep in her heart that it is futile to do so....

-to be continued-