The Originals

Similar to the weather this morning, the night sky above was as gloomy. It was not raining but there were no stars. The moon was up there. But because of the seemingly endless cluster of clouds drifting to where the source of light was, it was though there was still no moon.

But mysteriously, the situation above had no effect on the people below. The city was still as boisterous as ever, like its lights and noise would never die down, or probably it would only do once the world comes to an end.

"...Wow!"

"Who is she? She's so pretty!"

"Yeah. I want to know too. She must be an actress or an heiress!"

"I think she's most likely a socialite. Look! She's graceful and confident, but not vulgar like most female stars who first climbed many beds before climbing their way to stardom."