At two in the morning, Forrest was walking back to his room as he noticed a faint light peering through the slightly open door, along with a soft weeping. Whoever it was, they were trying their best to retain control of their emotions but failing.

He raised his hand and was about to push open the door, but he thought better of it. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and walked out to the balcony at the end of the corridor before lighting up a cigarette.

He looked at the night sky with a solemn expression as he felt the cold breeze blow past him on the poorly lit balcony. Yet, he felt somewhat hopeful.

The next morning, the light from the sun shone into the room through the window.

Madelyn woke up early and went to water the plants on the balcony. She looked down at the street and watched the hustle and bustle of people going about their daily lives. She smelt a faint aroma of cooking but could not tell where it was coming from.

The people here lived tough and