When The Sky Turns Black [FICTION SERIES]

"Please, take me somewhere, away from here..."

 Someone left handwriting in a small size, under my notebook. It's a thin one, a little bit italic, written with pen. Seems like I know who did this. And I know exactly where to find her.

I walked out from my cubicle. The article not yet finish, I know, I really aware that my editor would be mad at me. But that's not important for me, at least right now.


I need to find her.

After The Rain

It was a cold night.

I walked down in the empty street, trying to avoid dirt on the ground. Must be very careful to make my white shoes didn't ended up dirty. Rain just fell down few hours ago, left mark on asphalt and grass.