Prologue
His P.O.V.
Humans, they are all just like the sky. Ever changing, and is never the same everyday. One day they are happy the next they’re not…and some of them just look happy but deep down they’re just filled with misery. A world where such lies don’t confide in…I wonder is there such a world?1
Her P.O.V.
The clouds…I love them. They go about their days doing nothing peacefully. Not in war. If everyday could be just filled with happiness and peace then that would be a world that I would love to be in.2
His and Her P.O.V.
Time…no matter where we go time is always against us. The moments that we want to end so badly just goes so slowly…so slowly…so slow that it’s actually torture.
And the times we want to keep holding onto…those times, are the times that go by so quickly. So quickly that we don’t even notice it, and by the time we notice, it’s already too late. That’s the irony of life.3
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