Eros Constantine

Eros Constantine, the son of a known genius artist and a legendary business magnate, stood on the balcony of his multimillion dollar mansion, fingers clutched on the steel railing with a cigarette in his mouth.

The rain stopped pouring moments ago, clearing the sky.

As he watched the infinite number of stars dispersed on the boundless sky he pondered if people's lives were intertwined like stars linked together to form a constellation.

His fingers groped for the lighter on the top of the glass table, and he lit the cigarette between his lips.

As he puffed smoke into the air, he remembered the woman he saved from bleeding to death on the chilly pavement, unable to decide if meeting her was just a coincidence or fabricated by fate.

Was it just a coincidence that he got a flat tire just in front of the hospital as the first gunshots rang out?