Birds beat their wings as they flew high above.
Their cries mixed with the dark clouds that seemed to trap the day in silence.
On the street in front of Bastion Hospital, cars drove by, their horns blasting away the little peace left in Thule.
In the underground parking lot of the hospital, the headlights of a silver Ferrari 250 GTO threw long, bright beams against the walls.
The windows of the vehicle were shut, yet sobbing sounds echoed loudly from inside. "I'm sorry, Leon. I waited, but you didn't give me any response."
Tears ran down Zoe's face as she lifted her head from the steering wheel. She wiped her face with her arm and took a shaky breath.
She swallowed, clenched her teeth, and stared ahead. Her breath caught as she pressed her foot on the accelerator.
"Let the earth take me, if I can't marry who I want," she whispered, tightening her grip on the wheel.
Outside the underground parking lot, three ladies walked past the entrance, chatting.
