5.12 - The Queen's Title
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The morning is cold. Freezing, even.
The skies are pouring down a rather light rain, turning the already cold morning air even colder than before. The atmosphere of the town is rather freezing, and the activity on the streets seemed rather silent due to the light rain.
In the middle of such a light rain, a young man with white hair can be spotted sitting at the top floor of an abandoned construction building. His left foot is left dangling in the air, while his right foot is lifted so he can place his hand on his knee. His hair is being wildly toyed around by the harsh wind, and his eyes look soulless as his thoughts go wild.
'What if she doesn't come?'
'What if she hates me… and doesn't want me anymore?'
'What if she wants me to disappear forever?'