DESCRIPTION OF THE STORY:

People often heal in places where no one can see, behind closed doors and hidden dungeons, inhaling the scent of their own comfort and solitude. Aira knew she was not an exception. However, she always play the role of a comforter, tending to the wounds that weren't hers and fixing broken pieces she did not cause. In between her human desire to have her feelings reciprocated and the ill-fated reality to which letting go is best needed, she found herself chasing pavements.