Chapter: So, take a look at me now, well there’s just an empty space, and there’s nothing left here to remind me just the memory of your face …

The skies above the city were painted every shade of gray imaginable with just enough white to create contrast, it threatened to rain, but whether out of stubbornness or the general lethargy that seemed to permeate the air, the clouds would not let fall a drop of precipitation. The wind, blowing chilly, bit with a cold that had arrived early for the year; summer was not officially gone though you would not have known it to loook at the weather.