บท 76: Let's Break Up

All of us have survived at least one storm in life. But that storm still lives within us in one way or another. Some have the memory of a stormy night and some have the memory of a stormy heart, others had live through a storm of heart in a stormy night.

Unbeknownst to Xiu, there was another person being haunted by those streaks of lightning. Because he had also broken in a stormy night. With a cup of coffee in hand, Darren was sitting on the edge of his bed looking outside the glass windows with a blank look. 

The inky darkness seemingly was sinking in his bones. The silver hues in the sky looked like molten silver, swirling and radiating ripples. The explosion of thunder came in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The sound was intensified with the howling wind but the person inside the room was lost in his own world.

*Flashback*

"Did you reach safely?" A worried voice could be heard on the phone.